Transposed (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 15 May 2019 in Art, Poems

    Transposed   The wreckage walks mumbling beneath a slack jaw “That’s right” He tells himself, some plans in ruin are transposed Today the wretched knick-knackery composes all Dry cleaning, tweeds to wedge away until the sky turns grey Arch, the eyebrow raised, the place descending Underneath the bridge where cups bob in the […]