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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