loving cup

Tj Struska

problem child

stir of hot nickels

loving cup


who stripped the souvenirs 

from the dead

the illusion 

that holds you

to the sandbox 


without shores


wet and shining


torn by solitary comets


splintering daffodils 


I scratch my way

to your surface 


murmuring low fire 


how can I see

beyond your spark

  • Author: TS James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2022 03:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: I’ve always liked this little caviot
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15

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