broken collage

by mistersoto

leaky fuel skies
fatigue wander
ing his thoughts
break cloud and sky
rejoin the reform
the day acknowledges
it’s own end with
the buzz of a distant redial
and transmissions
exhausted vision
of transparent figurines
guiding the granules
of his soul in
directions home
to dreams of deserts
blownscaped and
in his palm evaporating
a piece
of broken collage