Flottille Civile Reptilienne Poem by B. Sven Telander

Flottille Civile Reptilienne



Vagaries of intent
lost in the storm
behind the long wall

where lie meets form,
in a fool’s dance of thought
both cold and warm,

traipsing through yesterday’s fertile
garden and most endearing curse.
Whatever happened to us then,

and that scrapbook of the perverse,
where backward went forward
and straight ahead reverse?

Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lies,memories
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