Roman Empire
after the first
glinting minute
in the sunlight on the aft deck
did you think
on the bourse
floor after pocketing
my ripped silk
lingerie and saying bill me
did you think
did you think it would
last
forever and a day that the leaves
would never change
would never fall no rust
strong enough to
corrode what you got
did you
think the last gulp
would taste
sweeter than the
first did you
did you think of it did it
snowball in your
consciousness what comes after
you have finished or
was it all one long scurry to
reach the pile of
plates stacked
along the buffet
taste a little sour umami
far above the
threshold
on the label
of that place where
everyone says you
should take a
look
hatred made of easy lazy junk
ingredients strewn around
my waste ground
glimpse the other side
some other
person touching where it
works for them to
put a foot wrong
go hard go long
gone
Wow, what a great poem.
ReplyDeleteincredible, Kerri!
ReplyDeleteGreat!
ReplyDeleteThanks guys. I felt I had been letting the side down a bit lately, not throwing my back into it.
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