Smoke Poem by Dylan KD.

Smoke



Surround a metal ticking horror
with bows of vile carousels
in water my wound is separate
in planets my salt is warm.

Each worm stumbles as a dancer
who's found in spinning rows
deranged in spoon-fed motions
spun webs who's tunnel folds.

A dream in tired arteries
slows breeds in running flows
agree to spill the cancer
or flee to tired pulls.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Renganathan 19 July 2009

A lesson taught.....a good necessary poem

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