Dismembered
I collide with you
At circumcised crossroads.
Assuring
You provide respite
From alien hands.
Beseeching
I look at your summerland
When all I know
Seem reduced to clichés.
Amused
Memory intervenes
And with its fat ugly toe
Sketches the reality door.
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2 comments:
ah, me lives, very much indeed! i like the concrete imagery that carries it all forward.
I just breathed at the intensity of this poem. Really!
Loved it
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