song in a glass

I

If I pluck the fiery stars
into the shiver
of my renegade
fingers

And peel the pages of ruthless memories
with cigarette butts
and empty
bottles littered across my face

If I wrap myself round this
wistful wind
and hurl my
tears
among the brigand mulberries

If I scatter
the pollens of my
song
across my universe hanging imprisoned
in a wooden frame on the wall

And if I
riding the wise moon erase the symmetry
of life and death
left folded
in the petals of a rose one wicked funeral

II

Yet
would these matter? when
in the realms
of visiting ghosts I hear your song
escape  
the barricade of breathes and dusts

In the white glory of
chandeliers
and blaze of comet tails
invade my selfish lullabies and smoky angels

And in that sweet
vertigo of bare-knuckle dreams
winds of laughter
swishes through the tunnels of yellow
memories
yet tangled with it looms your ghostly whisper
-‘for once I belong’

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