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clap out

by Katie Dean

blue tarp over
rotting house abstract
too many near earthquakes
“huh? oh yeah”

paint, fingernail scratched sideways

out line
a jogger hops past in time to car starting stalling starting
hum pop drizzle
cotton white paint on
twisted columns pounded to
Caribbean sea colored crunch
plastic nylon
tarp, and the streelight’s slow fade onnn
clap out.


Posted on 10/02/2008
Copyright © 2023 Katie Dean

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sarah Wolf on 10/06/08 at 08:47 PM

Feels like a modern art painting...

Posted by Richard Vince on 06/06/20 at 12:00 PM

Almost surreal, and yet I can see it so clearly in my mind. It sounds like being stuck indoors on a wet evening. I really can't tell whether it's from the point of view of someone watching or imagining, or perhaps a bit of both. Concisely fitful. I wish I could write like this.

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