Maybe Kat by Araw Sun
Not much changed since we parted.
Voices from the street still reverberate across the silverscreen.
Daystar sends distressing waves that makes us both stuck in our room.
People in never ending destitute.
Reptiles swarming the convoluted world of green.
Maybe things are erratic.
Your uneven figure frozen like a projector along with an incinerated dress.
I couldn’t throw it away as easy as casting stones at their oppressors – flushing water tanks either.
There wasn’t a single day of absence like protests and banners amidst all the tumult.
Your wand slices sweet reverie, sprinkles erotic dust! Your unseen visage draped with your hair.
An oasis I’d drink, so when it all falls down, at the end of the spectrum, the first tear of rain,
maybe there’s a maybe.
