Maria Barbara Korynt


After The Change It Is Spinning... - Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

The engine no longer is turning the grinder.
The clock has stopped, it isn't beating.
The neighbour isn't measuring blows
out for the wife, because
it is not nice.


Invariably the blue bus
only runs,
delivering sleepy,
not-sleep
and get enouh sleep.


After the night shift, the driver wandered
around the town. A new grinder bought.
He will already be not having to bite


and to swallow.

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Comments about After The Change It Is Spinning... by Maria Barbara Korynt

  • Rookie Dagmara Anna (2/23/2009 4:04:00 AM)

    Piece everyday reality shown curiosly. Game of associations. It is worthwhile reading. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 22, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, August 28, 2009


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