The land-once pulled tight across
Now tarries on descent
The canyons, craters, the crust is crowned
Magma still pulses the deep
Rapid to myters
stall the keyboard
soaked in tequila and gin.
Dried upon the sides of a foldable chair
The sheets of an army boy’s queen
A world of grief annulled
If Oedipus stopped
To shake hands at the crossroads
2 responses to “The land-once pulled tight across”
There appears to be some sort of similarity in the way we write. The Infinite Monkey no doubt, hammering out Hamlet or Macbeth, maybe both at the same time. Anyway, nice poem. Thanks. Duke
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One after the other I’d wager, somber and floating somewhere near Saturn.
My thanks, Duke.