Autonecropolis Poem by Leslie Philibert
Autonecropolis
Rating: ★5.0
Far from the warm holes
a mess of doors and
wings, wrecks of dents
and the broken lights
of lost souls,
the bent hope
of a young man`s last skid
that led to flowers
cold as a country roadside
and the whisper
between the aluminium
begging till the battery leaks;
I did not want
To lose my body
But I was no good at life.
Friday, December 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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4/26/2024 3:09:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Brilliant and profound. I am thankful for life...but you show that for some, living is a struggle.