unpayable spade
don’t think twice
before it turns
to poison
or giving
it away.
or giving
it away.
watch the atmosphere
evaporate and turn
into
dust.
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unsettling image of atmosphere evaporating, claustrophobic and poisonous – I ask the relation between the verses, and enjoy this poem all the more
can’t decide about a hyphen for the poison.
the clock is running out. 🙂
🙂 ” evaporate ”
Good poem !
An interesting concept — “watching the atmosphere evaporate.” We usually expect something to evaporate into the atmosphere not the other way around! I like the way you twist.
sounds like
Our collective
environmental lament
love the rhythm in the title: unpayable spade
Beautiful ominous poem. The form of it is gorgeously delicate.
The clock indeed is running out.
I try not to think twice about it