bluffs recoloured


A.Kokorowski #60  Aug. 30.2013

” Poetry holds death at bay”

oh that it were so
I would breathe in words
scoop them up with both hands
and hold them close, so close
until they passed through my skin
and once through, became part
of me, my blood, my heart
my everything
then writing would be bleeding
and death but a formality

(the quote is Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s)


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