view from the british properites

[edgewise]

desire our angel
shards of time
struck like
his down beat
& were away

blast through belly moon brew

feel little after

may want talk or murmur
you too

can recall cup from ground will
get as those has
do

 

[Chaotic Action Man]

i really like the last stanza a lot.

as always i like how you play with rhythm in your poems. this one was very bare, skeletal, but the images i get of freedom, intoxication, desire (as you put it), and communication come through strong to me.