Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,826 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Autonecropolis - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Far from the warm holes
a mess of doors and
wings, wrecks of dents

and the broken lights
of lost souls,
the bent hope

of a young man`s last skid
that led to flowers
cold as a country roadside

and the whisper
between the aluminium
begging till the battery leaks;

I did not want
To lose my body
But I was no good at life.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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  • (12/26/2014 3:59:00 AM)

    Brilliant and profound. I am thankful for life...but you show that for some, living is a struggle. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 26, 2014

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