No Fine Print
NO FINE PRINT
always searching for strange unfamiliar
words
small prints of life and love absurdly
observed
I will not write in cosy comfort zones
assured
words flow through my head completely
bizarre
this is not the fine print but ingenuous
flared stars
colours of dark perfume
winter wisp on bleeding
lakes
forgotten dreams and
imaginings
focused on relentless
scurrying
moons ghastly pallor
stars senseless horror
islands of billionaires
plastic idealistic heirs
you will see it all in dreams
of fear
skies that fall at starry feet
yet near
in poetry you expect
patterns
but
when darkness falls
thoughts are
shattered
splattered
scattered
with lives
tattered
not
finely
printed
© Kim van Breda
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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