Saturday, 22 October 2016

A Poem Made With A Fret Saw

Fret saw of thoughts set in permeable compartments

bungle body a shimmer of gold
gilds the thunder
scintillations of the storm

spirals lift
each sound
into a sea that 
becomes sky


strange buildings like white cubes with shadowed archways
in far off cities white, white bones and stones

the helter-skelter shock of looking down
on your own body

as black wings spread over the white mountain
gold and brass sunsets

remind you
of the planet you once called home



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