Saturday, April 11, 2015

sordid orange

pits of pieces hiding comfort
left hand out right hand in
sound as a ship might shallow
orange to left of right
sordid here and there
in mantles of shadowy light
words left behind
orange you there
flying peels of shine
spitting wind as trousers flap
trip trap in shoelace run
pavement in a bind
waiting to wash thumbs cold
words left behind
to water divine
from flowering staff to olive
broken strings in husk
moving staying alone
normally rind yet weak of mind
and in decline watch the line
sure as velvet stops
hurts and lies design
watching fools sideways
mixing heart and light
orange left of right
declining nein
flaps in flies
wining forgotten fools
left in right before
normally rind
sordid orange

Denis Streeter   4/8/15

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