Between

Lacquer me a home.

Bind me the straps of soul

in cardboard disarray;

slip the demon under feathered lies,

mask the beast of flesh

men dare to call a world.

Hide the soil of me.

Hide from the weathered light

we drink.

Solace is the space between.

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12 thoughts on “Between

  1. AS always Chris, reading your poems once is just a tease to read them again–too good and too savory to gobble in one gulp. I like the darkness here(a bit like Crane–great feature yesterday in P&BF) and the shadows that make solace necessary.

    • I was worried it was coming out as too preachy of a poem…too direct, so I am quite glad you like how it came out. And as to Crane, my friend, ah yes, he is a wonder of a poet…crafted some truly wonderful words, he did, and helped chisel off a lot of old boundaries in the art. Thought it was about time to bring him out!

  2. melted into the lead line…wow I say. didn’t think I could get deeper until I hit the end..perfectly executed depth to this. Hope you are well, send you my best ~ Rose

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