Wandering Of Light Poem by L.S. Klatt

Wandering Of Light



You graze me, purple star
sad blood sack
you dead End
Nebula
plastic-bag-pinched
I drop you in a can
oblate

look up at heedless
the headlights half-decimate
moon, Jupiter
I was sad when the Hyphen
said unto me
go up into the House
of the Interpreter

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L.S. Klatt

L.S. Klatt

United States
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