what a poem can't decide meaning of Apron, rot, still letting light in. Giving permission fissures of reality slip in on lucifern YES! A Poem in there
In reply to https://twitter.com/telliowkuwp/status/1280101312869404682
what a poem
can't decide
meaning of
Apron,
rot, still
letting light in.
Giving permission
fissures of reality
slip in
on lucifern
YES! A Poem
in there somewhere
meteor still frozen
but
maybe it creeps in
metaphor seeps in
creaks and cracks bending
floor boards
to coldly lit realities
collected and discarded
out the door.
#smallpoems
#clmooc
