'Sometimes'

Rating: 5.0

sometimes when the traffic weakens
you feel you could have the run of the city
in memorium. when there were
no capitalisations, only silent confetti

and these light needles
back through these shut blinds
seam all the day mine.
safe in this little cell, out a way
from dark tourisms smaller and smaller ghosts.

sometimes a greater fear rips an emptiness
where everyone runs so petty.
with spears and one conch shell,
smashing ugly, pulsing lightbulbs
upon the streets like fish of jelly.

Thursday, December 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: ireland,love,political humor
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
first published on Vernacularisms,2017
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Jazib Kamalvi 06 December 2018

A refined poetic imagination, Marty Mc. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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