The Low
We are whiskey-buzzed degenerates
of the light-foot, nocturnal variety,
hovering high as fuck above shattered
snowflakes. Frantic, we flap
like June-thirsty hummingbirds with
makeshift tubules as we wait our turn
to suck dry the glistening dew. In these
intervals I am the night’s halo, rising
in tune with the lilt of your voice, reveling
until our anthem is punctured by scraping
of plates; only underneath its discord,
have I seen me – the glint of a hollowed god
that is sinking in every direction.
Posted Jun 6, 2022, 3:09 PM UTC
I liked this :) I think ”nocturnal variety” is a nice detail, really liked the first sentence. This whole poem works because it holds a certain vibe and emotion through it. It flows nicely. I think you have written some because It’s not too simple in a way…
English is not my first language so I find some words a bit difficult to understand sometimes but I think this poem’s english wasn’t too complicated, yet it wasn’t too simple either. You must be an english speaker tho…
Hope you keep writing !!