Sunday 8 December 2019

1 New Poem


A Good Thing for Us

You could be as crystal,
shocking in light of
brilliance staring through
widget walls and blinking wires,
sees all good things beneath
chipping paint, gathered cloaks.

If veils were lifted from
living time, shivering form
revealed between our cloudy
exhaling that sticks to skin,
chalk dust in red, embarrassment
of riches to split apart.

Too deep it went for all at once,
needles sharp for cutting skin,
nearer to the rushing blood,
in wicked strange of forcing
time, that sallow pitch sinking

Below cast-iron light of
ghostly morning walk.

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