Thursday, January 5, 2017

Poem #68 In Days of Molten Blue

blue daunt lessons in disgust
learning to see out
reeling ins of summers window
and taste butterflies endless kisses
swing till saints turn the door
Landlords of the debauched sun
tipperd out spooning hats
tears old comfort and motivation
winning time to weep
stumbled eyes relentless silent
drop that crying fear

in days of molten blue 

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