by Peter16 | Jan 22, 2017 | morphrog14, poems
GAP . My fortunes of a fugleman aren’t mine. I follow you with ferocity accredited to canines. You crawl lines of sand on my being. Is it mixed with stickum? . I move from pole to pole. Internal antiphonies urge me fine-tune myself. This township of trees is another...
by Peter16 | Jan 22, 2017 | morphrog14, poems
This is a security announcement . Please do not leave Bags unattended Bags left unattended May be removed Without warning Or destroyed Or damaged By the security services. . Bags left unattended May be sequestered And kept in a dark room Without the permission Or...
by Peter16 | Jan 22, 2017 | morphrog14, poems
Cleopatra . Tears run down my face like the paint of a warrior You look at me lying there – Freud analysing his patient Meanwhile there is a serpent’s bite inside of me The venom slowly fills up my lungs But Cleopatra died not for her man, but for her country There is...
by Peter16 | Jan 22, 2017 | morphrog14, poems
Business Trip Neck arched to skylight, her hand between her breasts, fingernails crackling against her thumb: it wasn’t the echoed whispers of the crowd that muffled her mind; not the torn canopy; or the broken lift; or the dog-eared pitch of the quivering...
by Peter16 | Jan 22, 2017 | morphrog14, poems
At the Foot of the Mountain . From the train we could see the Pyrenees and suddenly I imagined myself on a succession of other trains going north or south. . The first text message would say the flight had been delayed. A second one would say I needed to stay an extra...
by Peter16 | Jan 22, 2017 | morphrog14, poems
Vanishing Times . An old man, With visions contained In spider webbed dreams Gleaming through the Obscurity of a lonelynight Sits in silence wondering If it’s time. . A stress mother In a ghetto Sits alone Pondering about life, Counting her child’s rusting years As...
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