do
re me a carver of narratives
the
town walked under her dress
a
pure water pump in the mainstream
would
I lie to you under pressure?
the
silence of words in winter
a
velvet underground on top
the
priest refused to confess
boys
beaten until they were blue
we
roamed the close and the narrow
they
tried to teach us to be cruel
the
land was invaded
and
people who weren’t here were killed
the
hospitality ended up in the hospital
and we kept on waiting for
Godot
Wonderful edge work. I love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Rob.
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ReplyDeleteThank you, Efi. Very nice of you.
DeleteSo edgy yet still playful - adds to the shock of some parts. Good one !
ReplyDeleteEdgy and playful? I like that very much, Lizz. Thank you.
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