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
words of a people aligned in their perfect order
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
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!