weeds
Sizzling bolts igniting
flock of starlings a mechanical smell
electrical lights last year’s weeds
aerial chirrup bygone grass is coming to stay
stale grassland frost is coming
sliding from hills of ancient monarchs
that once ruled guitar chords
moving limbs piece of meat
he knows where the entrance is
legs unfolding
Lise Larsen lives in Copenhagen, Denmark. She is
opportunistic and loves writing and growing potatoes.
2 comments:
Excellent piece- you have a really cool and original style. Great poem to start my day.
I love this Lise. Nice dense word play jumbled and anthem-like crescendos. Pure sublime madness and daring. My kind of poetry. Bravo!
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