linear lost

punch holed
roller ball
sketchs

the eyes

fretting light
like welders magic

the frame of Love
sizzling
the smoke climbs
like heartbreaker words
from the diaphram
to the mouth

the sensous
language of traits
and the wrists
daubed
trail vast vocabulary

lingering like the
milky way on clarity
nites

up from the shadowed
cliffs of chimneys
and tired rooftops

dreams of dreaming
fires in sleeptalkers
talk

the sterility of the clock
glowing

counting down
like thoughts
collected

tears soaking
in the blue of the slip

— Esker, Apr 06, 2010

About This Poem

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

weirdelf

16 years 2 months ago

this is harsh

I have read almost all your poetry and this rings of despair, what is wrong my brother? I care and want to know. Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible

Esker

16 years 2 months ago

romantic blue

I am happy that this carried with it the intent whom hasnt felt the pangs of love or the fleeting adoration of the crowd when all falls aside and yet I continue as the poem imaginatively suggests the pillow slip the only confidante All otherwise is well enjoying coffee and soup at the moment !! Esker~

Esker

16 years ago

I can see I can add As and Like more

linking the fragments if spoken This would commercialize the peice but work well at a reading of Poetry something I think I may just have to do up here in my city I already have the black shirt and the black pants I think I look "Poetee" enough

weirdelf

16 years ago

LOL, man you would still look like a poet in a business suit!

Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible, "the alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind." [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]