Sunday, May 21, 2017

Kristen de Kline #97 Titles unchained

Titles     unchained    hurling their words,
weighted     down
across the
    powder room
a deck of cards    thrown,
     without     care

what were you thinking
where do they go to


where can you run to
who can you flirt with

did the bureaucratic slime     gag
your lips     take away your
words     steal all your lines, leave you
breathless     no starting gun
random titles in DOCX folders
running flirting rolling
in blue folders across the electric desk-top
what were you thinking dreaming thinking:

the neon Coke sign at the Cross

two hundred bloody metres

the bureaucrat and the poet

sleeping alone

newcomers to Lawless

dying     not

Zen and the Art

is that what you tell yourself?

heart beats

black hole sun
blackened      out

deformed metal cutlery

Kings Cross coke sign

a twisted spoon

not     dying

is that what you tell yourself?


  1. where can you run to
    who can you flirt with

    come away o human child!

    Come away, O human child!
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery, hand in hand,
    For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

    1. The waters and the wild / with a faery, hand in hand - sounds very appealing - despite the weeping :)

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  3. Love it.

    Ah. All we tell ourselves
    it is mostly secrets elided
    like the plug on a neon sign

    1. Yes indeed Rob - there are indeed a poem or two (at this stage very embryonic) regarding the plugging in - or actually the de-plugging - of the neon Coke sign at the Cross.


    2. we're tailored the same length then
      have to have a beer together someday


  4. For sure Rob - I look forward to it :)) We can also scribble collaborative poems on the napkins as we drink a pint or two!

  5. brilliant title! and much to guess in this kaleidoscopic kind of poem.

  6. I enjoy the many possibilities and
    shuffling colours it your urban mythology(s).

  7. Thanks Béatrice & Jeffree,
    The kaleidoscopic shuffling colours are all the titles of semi/half-written poems on my desktop. They're all ones I hope to finish soon & post on the blog. Stay tuned :)


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