Ken Moore

Rookie - 13 Points (1964 / The Desert)

A Free Press - Poem by Ken Moore

Night fall predators harvest sunlight
from blind suburban hermits
A visual language conceived
Faintly heard
Not to be understood
Not to comprehend
Men muddle like hand's on a clock
Pixel hypnotized with freelance subversion

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011

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