Monday, June 5, 2017

Kristen de Kline #103 Not blinded by the light

I
sometimes the flash from the camera blinds me
I forget to eat  
drinking removes me from my words my life me drinking
helps me to write

I sleep very little
stop     making     sense
stand outside my life

II
bodies found in the Royal National Park
a charger, burnt orange shade
tinted windows
hidden headlights
bones, human remains

III
a flash bulb pings like a pop art image
in another bloody gallery
a Renaissance painting     dangles
form becomes solid
     light
          falls
against the blackened foliage
plays in the darkest phases of craving, constant

you order a third strong black
hunt for a place to bury strangers
wait for somebody anybody to phone

IV
sometimes I forget what I'm writing about
sleep all day
fall in reverse

some days     the light

changes
  
everything







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    1. Cheers Rob :) I'm really enjoying your night series - and thinking of ripping off the concept - if that's OK with you!

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  2. some days the light changes everything... it sure does, Kristen. Great poem :)

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    1. Thanks Stuart - yeah, the light has a lot to answer for!

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