Thursday, October 13, 2016

Kit Kelen #287 - wherever I am

wherever I am

ashamed of this survival
four winds and seven seas

our bread is broken

home is turns
around the globe

years themselves
an ocean

in a dream
the ring of time collapsed

we merry-go-round, the keys
you first forget what's automatic

everything we've smelt before
is less the more you sniff

there was that girl who went under
we don't say lame now

that bloke who took too much
too often, should have taken care

this little hair on my chest
meek with revelations

already I am receiving
the broadcasts from the future

the drift of old friends
demands a funeral

in a spray of spring flowers
of gunfire

come running


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