Peter's Poems

by

Diane Klammer

I
I've been crawling
Through a sea
Of books,
Hoping to find
Illumination.

Dusty paper is
My answer. I can sneeze
Each word out
One by one
Only.

Slow as a bookworm,
I tunnel through
Dark pages of print,
Chewing and spitting out.

It is raining today.
The underbelly of fall
Wraps me cold.
Yet my parched
Brain is boiling
Over.

II
You sang goodbye
To California's sun,
California's slums,
To become an Eastside Story
Stormy Jet.

One black crow
Flies into the mist.
I cannot follow
With withered angels
Wings of silver
To place
A gray feather
Floating
In the slush.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at LUVVIE
by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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