Oscar_Locke

Australia

we are all ghosts,
here.

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this is terrible.

onslaught

October 6, 2019

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the trees 
like paperbacks
align their spines
and between ribs
branching
the hooded eyes
greet me
like gospel singers
the hollow pew
hosting lark, frogmouth
mayfly
in the midnight, dances
and in the dark my fingers
release the drip of time
spitting, hissing
like the dawn against the sky
i have no name
for their shapes
ghosts of ghosts of ghosts
my head pressed to jaw
they are made of marble
soft as mist
they sense 
only stillness
human weakness,
the animal
cry.

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1 Comment
  • Anha

    this is not terrible! this is brilliant! your words never cease to amaze me; your work is never terrible.


    29 days ago