No idea what any of these words mean but they're fantastic wordsLascaux, Carnac, Zidane; the weight of the occupied; the blood of their Caesar. Vercingetorix, Alesia; war after war, the layers accumulate—landscapes nightmarish, magestic, and gnarled. Geotrauma, hotspots, capers; a middlebrow Celt; support them in sport, against England—always.
Being detained at the border by European policeWhere’s your passport foo’
Being detained at the border by European police
Critique this verse @luka gimme aural feedback the cadence the sound of the words the images I don't know how to tell good poetry from bad in any rigorous wayDouai, Messines,
returning now to Marcke living
in the château of the occupied,
playing with the occupant,
Giving the owner a
pretense of power exercised in
kidnapped furniture and
walled-off wings.
Ricky accumulates trophies
in the foyer and
up the stairs, under the desk
of the stenographer discreetly
buttoning her collar.
Douai, Messines,
returning now to Marcke living
in the château of the occupied,
playing with the occupant,
Giving the owner a
pretense of power exercised in
kidnapped furniture and
walled-off wings.
Ricky accumulates trophies
in the foyer and
up the stairs, under the desk
of the stenographer discreetly
buttoning her collar.
@WashYourHands wanna visit the Carnac stones with me?
not badA luxury garden, French
symmetry far from
Tiergarten, thinks
Manfred on
hospitable grounds,
surrounded by stout walls and
slim paths, and the
paralyzing shyness
of von Richthofen.