Sunday, January 5, 2014

Crashing Alone

Lightning struck like severed veins
and threw him crashing alone.

He lay on a funeral mound 
of pictures, forgotten board games.

Men murmured in the oak floor, 
women through pipes around the room.

Voices widened cracks into gaps.

A breeze blew through; the plaster sank
exhausted, crushing his ghost house.

Note: A found poem. Source: Harding, Paul. Tinkers. New York: Bellevue Literary Press, 2010. Print.

"Crashing Alone" was first published in Luciferous.  Jan. 2014. Online.

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