A. Nicky Hjort Books

Punk rock lyrics,

And sarcastic posts,

Disguise a poet.

But not for long.

…Not for long.

Caterpillar smokes,

And shiny mirrors,

Reflect a vision.

But not for long.

…No not long.

Old wounds left bleeding,

And tattered sutures,

Distract a lover.

It’s been too long, maybe?

Plugs bent on draining,

And feasting on,

Short circuit outlet.

Gods, way too long

…Shall it be done?

Rolling boards on wheels,

And streams for empty sailing,

Remind him why– perhaps,

It’s been too long.

…But, it was just too long.

Guess just this once I was wrong.