As Paper Chains

FORM from the thirteenth gift

with pulp furnish fade

leaks its synthetic organs

down the saddened page

propensity to destroy the things

after their birth is made

is done so with scissors sharp

touching skin on blaDE

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Quite intriguing to read ... seemed, some darkness metaphor be living through. Your poetry makes me writing: "..everyone has past - the past that's nev'r denied by ... heart cos.. it's oft. drooled with memories that ain't let things go ... " I guess, you must continue writing ... on the theme .. in anew part. It's fascinating, & however, full of darkness ... to some extent.

..would be looking forward to reading "you"!