365 Poems: June 30th, 2014

An Explosion

The sky sits black and blue

as a bruise on the surface of time.

Something must have given it a good knock on the head

sometime many years ago

when our lifetimes would only seem like seconds

on the universe’s Rolex.

I wonder why it was attacked.

Maybe they robbed it of its fancy watch

and stopped time with a kiss.

Maybe it was revenge

for letting people decide the answers for themselves.

A punch in the teeth sends drops of blood flying

that become worlds in a broken sky.

We always wonder why we’ve never been able to heal.

What are we but an explosion?


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