With An Errant Smile
M
Mark Heathcote
0
Altın Yaprak
She'd kissed me with an errant smile
with a blank look scanned her mobile
red nails tapped like a woodpecker
angrily dictated like a sculptor
another day - empty, quotations
no-nesting materials here; just ruins
No soft shapes here; just-depletion
as she presses sent, 'I'm on vacation
I can't compete' with this someone
in telecommunication.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş