by DavidKM

Ask for a Security Deposit



I said: micromachines make my skin crawl.

Don't worry, said the Dr.,

they'll just rent one lobe temporarily.

It's true I need the money.

170th Weekly Poetry Contest

by C. Ciregna

from blood-boldened buds
from somber spells cast
in clear streams beneath
the grave looks of heaven

grieve no more, for,
when day's bloom is spent,
another heart will bleed
for a birthplace lost forever

walk along -
having burnt old bridges,
now squeeze the arteries:
a new vintage

170th Weekly Poetry Contest