deepundergroundpoetry.com
marriages...of bramble, beetle eggs and tortoise shells
pour clary
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks
serve some
skin temperature
drink
in lake water
as rushes divide
dance aside
the cupronickel wire
of my cupped-left eye
blurs the centre
sharpens their easter
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks
serve some
skin temperature
drink
in lake water
as rushes divide
dance aside
the cupronickel wire
of my cupped-left eye
blurs the centre
sharpens their easter
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 11
reading list entries 7
comments 6
reads 540
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.