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clap out
by Katie Dean blue tarp over
rotting house abstract
from
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 streelights slow fade onnn
clap out.
goodnight.
10/02/2008 Posted on 10/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 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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