Poem 1976 (1)

Trap-door vortex

I want to take a holiday
into the sane world
and cold blue eyes.

Off that edge of electricity
tunneling in spiral flame
Which unscrews behind this mirror.

My mind like a small unstoppered bottle
trembling
from the fall
of heavy boots.

 

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