Breachborn

Fox Kerry
Fox Kerry
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Morphine falls and anchors rain, while light undergirds the great trance

We would not bend with such buckling pains if we didn’t have atoms in our pants

The shades of sorrow, aclashed with airs soft, that darkness which comes like an alien

eternally crippled, with bone fingers crossed, aware that our guilt goes on sailing

We dry-weep for Heaven, too leprous to touch, yet despising those waters which mend us

We’d go down to Jordan, if He’d heal just so much, but our sentiments know “that’s stupendous!”

So we color the earth with the evil we’ve seen, like honeybees spreading sad treasure

Afraid of the King, we prefer-prop a queen, all in hopes to be punished less measure

And every minute the cloudstreams call out, up there where that wind is descending

and we hope to God we’ll survive the rinse out, with our one precious wound still defending

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Fox Kerry

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Fox Kerry

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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