Microcosm 19

MICROCOSM 19

Think of this sudden lack of beauty as a unique experience as senses in front teeth clattering,
Pain can shock and berries like salt on the naive lead nowhere
Splashing through our way in a genuine leopard skin
Katy threw the usual place with rat-prints and sweat under a common defence,
Without quaint proper good-byes to make futures of thought,
I found ruby tipped and maybe with the autumn breezes
To dig through our clothes black indications shivering in that sleep

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 3rd November 1993

Publication

1994 Lost & Found Times (USA)