ghazal 11 vikingo

all the air is clogged by sunshine and smiles,
i overheard two birds plotting my destruction

i longed for her hips and that small stretch of
fabric, i couldn't concentrate on moving pawns

the flowers were streaked with rain and dirt,
they didn't realize that they were born in Toledo

sthkt, sthkt, sthkt... no more scratchy blues,
someone turn the album over please

the fish soup was quickly dispatched
some escaped onto a corner of my shirt