Monday, 26 May 2014

1 New Poem

A Thought On Divorcing

Illuminous echoes in pale shiver of time lost to
headlights and Old Milwaukee cases, hurried
youth wasted on our pale, pink warmed flesh.

Take me to the the stark of rivers calm,
depths of sputtering ocean well, and lock
our fingers as Abrahamic glassware.

Give us something to cling to in darkly
tremorous modern ages, our clacking telegraphs
still pained in wire crosses: a permanent condition.

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