Poetry | Turkish Delight by Isabelle Baafi
Isabelle Baafi Turkish Delight i know ………everything ………how blood finds its way……… in the dark ……..why earth spins ………but…
Bez, post-Victorian Boz, Viz incarnate / and Viceroy of the sinew, what is the name / for light that detracts from the stars? / Urban pollutants de-lux distant galaxies / as we walk after / parties through school fields, / via car parks, past vacant vats & waste lots […]
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