---

 

The How-Lost? Man

Christopher Barnes

A stroke – the pip in blood
a fanged foredawn’s a shining godlet.

In thought-flow sleep, atrocious scraps,
rigor mortis is sourbellied eagles
all arteries
are transitory, cut short.

Copyright of written pieces remain with the author, who has allowed it to be shown through Scars Publications and Design.Web site © Scars Publications and Design. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission from the author.

Problems with this page? Then deal with it...