Pages

2012/08/31

DIAGNOSIS by Thomas Fink and Maya Diablo Mason



I have something sleepy to tell you.
Fallen carrots are feasting on the boardwalk.
Revenge:
he sheds tears to cause suffering.
The last summer has come in from the beach.
Those who want to still the sky call it restless.
A strip of gibberish.
He’s dead now.
Free as a butterfly crushed in a fist.
Indigo steps up.
Make it possible to get sky out of this indigo.


                           from AUTOPSY TURVY CopyrightⒸ2010 by Thomas Fink and Maya Diablo Mason 
                                                                                                                                                                            indigo direction / Wonderlane
日本語で読む see Japanese


About Thomas Fink



にほんブログ村 ポエムブログ 英語詩へ ブログランキング・にほんブログ村へ

No comments:

Post a Comment