I missed the thousandth day
what was I thinking
the poem was half-formed
struggling, too many words
that couldn’t be spoken
at dusk I watched one
hundred suns falling
across the man-made lake
replaying Chester Bennington
talking about: this place right here
signalling at his skull:
that is a bad neighbourhood ...
a shooting star burns up
the Gods peer down
I'm a day behind
forgive me
Love this poem, Kristen. I particularly like how it is on the wrong side of borrowed time -- and how it struggles inside the skull. Congrats!
ReplyDeleteThanks dear Rob for listening & yes you’ve nailed it! KdK
DeleteYou nailed it! The mystique chronology.
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