Prison music

I'm waiting for the buildup
of the streets soundscape

My fingers play insubstantially
on a lost harp

But my necklace of chains
stuck in the strings

My iron figure rusts on the stool

Shrinked backyard noises
climb in through the window
bars humming




Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-23 at 08:24

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Christian Ward
Excellent write, I love the images you've painted, its as if you're there.
2005-12-31