Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Kristen de Kline #91 - chrome car corpses

flapping birds look down on red
wheel barrows     white
cats     stalk along a hot tin
roof    fidget under bonnets of chrome car
corpses  

the man with hollow bones and white sugar
breath     tells you that someone has slashed the Zephyr
tyres     the world is
spun     children drain her
blood     kisses leave no
traces     his heart is giving
up  







2 comments:

  1. A very exciting poem! This is a bit like a scene from a horror film!

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