Arc

Arc

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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32 degrees

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Arc

I arc into my own space

Where place is the black hole of desire

Dirty, pallid, strewn with misconceptions,

Lay down with love you squalid fool

Listen as the illusionary bells ring

© 2017 Alfred Kukitz


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damn Big Al! i don't think i'm goin' there ...graphic ..well done .. squalid fool listening to illusionary bells ... not much positive hope for such a one :(( i think the arc was bent out of true ...or the welding rod stuck ..or something...something must have bent the arc out of shape .. fine dark read for me...i actually love it ..honest expression ...very sad
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Thanks Jacob!

Women and I are like your sad poems on relationships. I’ve given up!

Regards,
Al

Posted 6 Years Ago


that arc can curve different ways...sometimes we can have an arc in good directions...and if we put another next to it, maybe someone we love, we become a circle. A very full circle.
j.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on December 16, 2017
Last Updated on December 16, 2017
Tags: Arc, space, Black, hole

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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