Tatters

Tatters

A Poem by Thomas Yarbrough

The swamp  (just)

 

Draws in circles

 

Feeling nothing

Believing little

 

When all is tatters

 

              (the brain)

 

Shatters and breaks

(just)

 

Surrender and rot

Erase into the waste

 

When all is powder

You can hear at the heart

 

(swamp, you & me,

                         everything)

 

Falls apart (so)

 

Destroy the map

(just)     Be done

 

Watch the bridges burn

One by one

© 2012 Thomas Yarbrough


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Author

Thomas Yarbrough
Thomas Yarbrough

Watkins Glen, NY



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I find much inspiration from dreams, surrealism and the noir genre, these sources color my work at times in ways you may recognize. I attended Iowa State University for Fine Arts specializing in .. more..

Writing