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
cordite stains my fingertips
2 Comments to “cordite stains my fingertips”
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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!
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You said more in 5 lines, great imagery than most say in 5 long stanzas..
I see you getting that groove back 🙂
the platitudes of willful resemblance 