2 poems (blood spots – )

blood spots 

 

no-one

comes

as the

pen

 

strips the page of

content

 

The caterpillar crawls along the ragged road.                                    

 

words are

birds in their

cages free

skimmed like

stone out

 

the window the palm

conducts the strings &

wind for the vines that

bow on the terraces

 

shadows blow

are chained

to their symbol

 

a blink

in the dense everything

that is

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