cordite stains my fingertips

by jhon baker

flashes of brilliance hammer though my head – electric alive

blue

another fantasy slept through, hard on no recollection

the smell of gasoline oil from two stroke motors hard starting

and cordite stains my fingertips

 

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2 Comments to “cordite stains my fingertips”

  1. I really like poetry that makes me feel something. I like this one because it makes me smell something. Like a motor and cordite… Really nice Jhon!

  2. You said more in 5 lines, great imagery than most say in 5 long stanzas..
    I see you getting that groove back 🙂

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