Leslie Philibert

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

Jogger - Poem by Leslie Philibert

Being chased by a ghost, the roots of his teeth
break with impact, joints tied together with string,
corpus filled with compressed breath.

He gasps stones, grit and smoke, an air maschine,
a wet, strained mask, the bottom of his lungs filled with silver.
His heart shakes like a shocked bird.

It is as if all things in the park have been stilled,
left and right, one and two, all under the grey
now out in bad standing.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012



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