audra king

Dysfunctional Translations

Poem by audra king

Her fingers
Desperately type sincerities-
The simple
Publications of her affection.

Her singer
Looks pretty squawks out of key-
Blame it on
Complications from the brass section.

Her passions
Have been packaged and stored away-
Oh, such an
Unfortunate girl with disorders.

Her ashen
Anemic, white, motionless face,
Tossed out with
Old tapes, and outdated recorders.

Comments about Dysfunctional Translations by audra king

  • Goldy Locks (11/13/2007 3:49:00 PM)

    evocative, audra. can taste it - ~ - you place us there with the setting, the scene, the subject and further equip the reader with emotion, passion, a breath of quality. best care, sjg(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011