Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Kristen de Kline # 167 Outside in the cold distance

outside in the cold distance
the wind begins to

howl

we feed on moonlight
and scraps of lyrics

from ripped out pages:
follow the lawless

slam our poems
hard, against the

bedroom wall, porcelain
geese fly off an adjacent wall

men in blue with tasers
and truncheons circle out

the back, behind the colour-bond fence
they're calling out your name

the cracks in the plasterboard
make graffiti of all our words

the words we   lose
those we   howl

either way    outside
in the cold distance

the wind begins to howl
we try to sleep

feasting on moonlight
lawless lyrics

more kisses,
stolen






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    1. The same two riders
      fast approaching
      still no closer
      than an hour ago
      time moves space
      the cold winds
      begin to howl
      the hour’s impatient
      a good chance
      I’m going backwards
      no reason to get excited


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    2. Love it - the brevity of it packs a punch. Good tip to myself in rewriting this one :)

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  2. always have to steal them from you

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