Chasing the DeadA Poem by Leslie PhilibertNobody seems to want to publish my work, so I simply write for all...skidding around corners on a single leg you escape fat-cat sleep and hide under carpets behind doors you are hinted at so when a door hanging like an anchor sways in the slight breeze of suggestion my face turns outwards and drags me to the window;there are lights behind the trees maybe refugees of love with hot breath perhaps morning breakers with stiff clothes but certainly not the water inside my eyes
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4 Reviews Added on March 1, 2019 Last Updated on March 1, 2019 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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