Poetry Forum

beam

come and sense the flash
of the ghoul’s hidden passion
sunburnt skin

painted ashen fresh shapes follow
the dusk the bulbs
in our streets surrounded by insects

await the child’s fooling around
some guy’s flicker
this dawn shines creepy

My blue-glassed bottle / Without a ship - i like that. a pleasure reading your poem. thanks.

rgds, your sinister evilness.

even for me, a german native speaker, this poem isn t much fun at all. for example in the 1st strophe: tailored uniform, dark eyes, lovely smile, proud glances, apprehensive eyes. this is bad style in any language.

rgds. your sinister evilness.

listening to herbie hancock.