Treasure Island

Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Stark (5,3,1 structure for Gulsher: -)


All matter that existence here
constructed of quark?
Stark

Everything you need for life
Fits one arc?
Stark

A misty graveyard with only
Song of Lark
Stark

Raving madness that takes hold
Makes you bark
Stark

Cutting bluntness of succinct remark
Stalks like shark
Stark

Barron, the searing hot desert
Must not disembark
Stark

Broken mind, shades
under depression
So very dark
Stark

Winters morn sitting on bench
In empty park
Stark

Submitted: Friday, November 02, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 02, 2012

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Think it still works, and it wasn't too tricky to modify and fit a more traditional structure (every day is a school day) x

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