What Can I Say
I don't really p[ay with fire
It just slurps at skin until
it takes what it needs
burns until i feel
looking at an upside down clock
in the bevel of a spoon
playing peek-a-boo
with the clouds and moon
soon just a backward noose
Hangi
-------n
-------g to the truth
we are ird
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment