Saturday, March 4, 2017

POEM: "In The Crackle Of Dreams"

In The Crackle Of Dreams

In the crackle of dreams
the swirl of the sore heart
guns be fired everywhere
let it never be anyone here
there is not, or me, children
after a street scene, a battle
that didn't end all battles
there is not, shit on a wall
a future happening, or tyres
they're burning like leaves
or the personal bullets, I run
the shells ripped up like the sun
the night I was losing my mind
god, we go anywhere we can.

© 2017 Rob Schackne

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