Night Poem

from my poetry blog

Coronets For Ghosts

the loneliness of distraction

a question of language

the cravatted pirate hijacking the turntable

wait up to see the shooting stars

tearing holes in the firmament

of crystal glass

name a rose after that velvet queen

lost in the garden

painting portraits and hustling

the elite for a pound

speak the names of those gone before

unfinished manifestos staked

to scarlet trees

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