Sunday, February 25, 2018

Kristen de Kline #178 The sun

here it comes, the
sun     it feels like years
since you've been gone
on the last mile home
I carried it     close:
your     heart
seemed possible

I wake to the sound
of cockatoos screeching
     you leaving
a burning coconut and elderflower candle
slowly melting     like ice
the emergency crews
scrambling on ladders
rigging up power lines

the highway

you leave

the ice
slowly melts
out the back of Lawless
I think   
I  can touch the sun

you say:
do you want to run away to Norway?

years     it feels like     years

everything: the sun, your heart, the ice
I don't know what the fuck I'm saying


  1. lovely poem
    seems like years
    since you've been here

  2. still and all ...
    fuck the lawless
    fuck the law
    & etc


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