about a queen

cellotape, poetry, titanic

i want to write my favorite poems
in pieces of paper
and cellotape them
in the hallways of my college
by practical room doors
by empty stairwells
and on fire extinguisher cylinders
and so many of them
so that the building is full with them
or maybe only at mysterious places
so no one insults the abundance

those words on the walls
will be no less than
flowers showered from
airplane
or dancing on ankle deep
autumn leaves fallen on the ground
or sucking sweetness out of
tiny
wild flowers

and when someone reads them
anyone of them
and im sure only a few will
walk with their eyes on walls
but whatever I'll be at peace

i listened to two poems and
im calm
and im imagining
beautiful scenarios again
after a very long time

it was 1:38 am and
i was staring out at the screen
and a beetle hit the mosquito net
then kept buzzing
it reminded me of myself all day
of how i was buzzing around,
disturbing everyone
then i found myself this poem
and saw

i saw love holding my hands
taking me deep into the forest
i flew on a bird
so high so fast
i went in the depths of the atlantic
felt Titanic was a person
and im no more restless
or confused
i am not as much as afraid
of a gas leak
and my grandmother dying
in her sleep,
my father lonely at his duty
my exam
the internet connection
my bad mood

im rain washed
i smell like fresh daffodils
even in the night