Tuesday, April 26, 2011

"Small Town": a poem made from book pages

Toward the cellar door,
down the stairs.
Basement light rising up on the town.

Painfully and perfect,
building lights glowed with
flashing dark metal.

His heart glowing
through the window.
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  1. layla porkristlMay 1, 2011 at 4:23 PM

    This is rather alluring, despite its melancholy feel. Its also pretty climactic and it comes off as a really strong poem; well done. :)

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