FALSETTO TREASURES DEPTH Poem by Marc Kregting
FALSETTO TREASURES DEPTH
Jabbing the fork next to the cake. Amusing
this could be, that starter to speechless.
The mercury between the treetops, in delicate
panic glass. There lies resemblance with chores.
Don't forget your high heels. A circulation jacks
up the score. The ubiquitous thermos. Shake out
gently in front of the tammy cloth, those eyelids
snipped off. Who says has that far-off answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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