Poem on a Paper Aeroplane
She danced all night and suddenly
it was all about being
loved like a woman ought
and I thought I would die
of gin and adoration, I thought
if only I could freeze this dance
into a loop, carve it out of whitefaced
time and paste it into a sea of brown,
if only the earth permitted the holding
of hands across the line, heroes and grandkids
would be born, but it was just a Berlin night
and the earth kept spinning, drunk off her axis
that if it weren’t for fucking gravity, she could fucking
love the sun again.
amir wrote:
u mad fuckin picece of shit get the fuck out of here and tore ur fuckin poem
Posted on 03-Sep-07 at 10:56 am | Permalink
radhika wrote:
u hav a neat and concise way of conveying hard hitting thoughts
Posted on 02-Jun-08 at 10:17 am | Permalink
Suzan wrote:
Hello Kyla,
I’ve been reading your poems for over two years now and I love your work more than Sylvia Plath and Christina Rossetti. I hope you publish your poetry in a book someday because I’d be the first one lined up to buy it.
Posted on 14-Feb-09 at 2:27 pm | Permalink
rahul wrote:
hallooooooooooooooooooo
Posted on 22-Jan-10 at 7:15 am | Permalink