clip by Mark Prisco

https://www.facebook.com/poetryorgnz/

there’s time tho

to stop; retract

the word, your

step, back

to where/before you

even thought

of it. no

sweat – the hand-

gun is/ – and,

gone.  a fact for a long

 

long/.

historians

 

know but not

why, by what

way you come,

some chance!

determines. or

wanting discipline.

the mind fidgets

like a hand, as a

spasm in sleep keeps us

in/, the dark dark

Originally posted on http://poetry.org.nz/clip/

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s