Y Is Like Not Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

x is like a skylight
a storm at sea the wave of blue
a thunderstruck word a bolt of red lightning
and y is like not

x is heartbeat mist swollen white cells
roaring againt a red cell whisper
a stream of something that denies the blood
and y is like not

x is like numberless No 13 struck
registered within an office pallid face
to get promoted on a large scale meta- trade
y is like not

who bought the skin
who liked the hide
leather boot running
over an x tide
y is like not