Poems from Sean Clark
Tales of girl
Actually she is more an apparition
I peruse her pulse and study the synapses
spelunk a cave in her subconscious
we sat on...
Retreat now riddle recluse
to the mandate of your mind (always at the expense of the hollowing of your heart)
A siren song
on repeat ...
Classic beauty
Like pressed flowers
in sacred books
Let me see where your sword falls
I try to predict where/when
To anticipate the cut...
The ending
that most wonderful dream
Like all dreams of worth
took place as we were wide awake.
what is left to do? impediments...
(To know her is to know that she is unknowable)
A cipher born
from
10 million scribes (her calculus unending)
That tattered talisman
for ...