My Mood is an Earthquake
by Angela Braru, Regular Contributor


My mood is an earthquake
Tremors I can’t deny.
An umbrella with twenty holes
Pouring streams of red wine.
A matchstick would be enough
To light this wreckage with desire
And then a deep dive would suffice
Into the darkness of burning fire.
Yet the veins are blue tonight
So the smile seems cheap.
But words, they do shatter
My sordid countenance.
Like circles, we don’t meet no ends
How to finish the race then?
Take my crimson love tonight
And disappear for my delight.