Thursday, April 12, 2018

Kerri Shying R # when all the mirrors smashed

lovers  often lay you waste   where once the hand
a hair away from heaven   shuddered 
now I shrink    fear  the aftertaste  the chalk
screeching  on the board  write my love and
liar   poems of the twentieth century

when all the mirrors smashed

machines acquired a brain   and happiness
the enterprise  of solitude   replaced
that friction   rubbed up kissed out
ground into the soul  alongside the one
true other  I so truly felt   that it was you

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