BLOOD IS AIR

this canvas has shifting names
this canvas changes everyday
so the dreams I dream today
will soon be faint and fade  

my veins unfold and the single line
describes neither river nor path
but a chain of random thoughts
a feeling flow, a stringing row

and blood is air and air is blood
they’ve tied the tightest bond
and every other solid form of love
is just a heavy soar

bleeding my breath away
breathing in my blood
no waste, no glory, no right, no wrong
just a drop after a drop

a drawing of nonsense
drawn with blood and adolescence  
once in hope, in faith, in lust for essence
a line of the hand:
a line of inheritance.   

a dot, a dot, a line.
life’s in-gravity unfold
this red spill is not a story
it’s self explanatory

and blood is air and air is blood
they’ve tied the tightest bond
no waste, no glory, no right, no wrong
just a drop after a drop

I tie my shoelace every morning
I untie it every night
I tie my shoelace every morning
I untie it every night