Category: Disappearing poems

  • The Return

    A quick evening post inspired by some late-night people- and TV-watching. Will take down in around 24 hours. THE RETURN Your hair cut short nowSilver, mined and paredYou wear a bow tiein it, satin, silk like your locks once were.Rich red and paprikaflames, explosions follow you—lifting you higher.Kerosene, telomeresdon’t fuel foreverflights. Silver streaks signal soon…