secrets denial hidden
rest in crawlspace
cobweb mind corners
shadows
cancer spotting lonely
lost hearts
while virtue
cowers in haunted
banished exile
Good poem. I am warming up to your machine gun staccato type poems. It really triggers the poetic synapses in my brain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no comment showing, I will reply to my friend Deluke here. 'I am warming up to your machine gun staccato type poems. It really triggers the poetic synapses in my brain' yes sometimes I like to write staccato into poems, it was perceptive of you to spot that; some poems on less pleasant or horrible historical topics, I wrote like fish hooks catching in the throat, an unpleasant topic demanded the effect, makes it difficult to read aloud as it should be with some bitter themes.