Cutter Poem by Helen Bauman
Cutter
Flowers grow in ugly spaces
Forge into a world of farces
Cycles of chaos retrocycles of doom
Over the mountain and under the moon
Images rock the world’s revolutions
No time for recovery, no chance of solutions.
Johnny gets lost amid turgid ablutions,
cycles of chaos, retrocycles of fun
over the mountain and under the sun,
no faces to know just to see
no feelings exchanged just words to me.
you only love me ‘cause i love you
confusion, chaos, fear and gloom
west of the sun, east of the moon
HJB '78
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5/4/2024 4:32:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Written at a very dark time when the world had collapsed around us and I was trying to hang on to some beauty -hence the flowers and the beauty of words.