Trapolos

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A Boat, a BiCycle, and a Hook

Anchored in Tripoli

For more photos from Trip-Polis, visit my flickr page: Arekag

Tension

Bassed on Treble

Bassed on Treble

Sour over sky

I’m bitter, I’m high.

It’s blue, it’s red,

And its colors are bright,

Brown leaves on the pavement dry.

In mornings I shiver,

Age-old, fire, hued,

Its gas is polluted,

Blown and gloated

Thunder rumble,

And I hold its hand

It yells at me and I yell back

Muted, muffled. Hazed.

Swirled head,

Twirled pupil.

It’s dark, it’s an island,

Empty, wet,

A sand castle

Trafficked

It’s a permanent scar

I’m bassed on treble,

Press play, burst my bubble.

It screams for me,

Surges in my grip,

And I become, silence

It’s locked in, white,

It’s banged, curled,

And it’s light

Frozen in the oven,

Hump, lump, mass,

Its mind is resting on the grass

I’m bassed on treble.

Pumping.

I am sipped,

I am glass.