Boredom in Life, Death's Light
Your livid lips,
against the bowl of flesh,
of sky ○ a starry night,
they part and taste goodbye.
Words on motes in beams of light exit mouths
that yawn eternity
and weigh infinity - completely empty.
Exploded ennui in the flare from a pulsar
on the tip of your tongue
ice drifts along the veins in a petal
of a blossoming flower