B. Sven Telander


Hobbled - Poem by B. Sven Telander




Urban barbarians
with boisterous oysters

wearing cigarette
epaulettes dine;

devil’s food
falls on angel hair

at the motel
in God’s eye,

myth’s abyss gives
the night a kiss

behind a hotel
of self where

the dogs
of time cry

those toothsome
howls,

a baby
scowls

alone at
a fine machine

where coins are years
and wisdom is green.

Topic(s) of this poem: myth, night

Form: Elegy


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015



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