Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Rob Schackne #250 - "In the crackle of dreams"

In the crackle of dreams
the swirl of the sore heart
guns be fired everywhere

let it never be anyone here
there is not, or me, children
after a street scene, a battle
that didn't end all battles
there is not, shit on a wall
a future happening, or tyres
they're burning like leaves

or the personal bullets, I run
the shells ripped up like the sun
the night I was losing my mind
god, we go anywhere we can.


  1. Another WOW!!! Powerful stuff Rob - yes, we can go anywhere we can and this poem takes us everywhere, even with our lost minds. Love it!


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