target practice

target practice

A Poem by Kett

 

curve metals split

amateur logistics turn to spit

whiter gathering

ethereal push, harder reality point

break limbs apart at summons joint

midnight servitude

holler filler shies a greater aptitude

yet denies and rejects the might

self-fulfilling sexual conquest

alone in my bed,

you retract your smile and all

you’ve promised, said.

 

© 2009 Kett


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