nuts & boltsA Poem by Alfred Kukitzneed a wrenchnuts & bolts i have called upon myself to listen to the nuts & bolts of form weathered by storm, blown to bits by a tidal wave of words, I hear itching in souls unborn, mastering the vapor of ethereal form, readied by a gangplank of blind feet walking the edge sure they scream upon catching sun’s light spirits formed in human skin is new to them but i advise in my nuts & bolts way be quiet and still child so you can soar! © 2017 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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