Ores II

it seems all things leave a powder trail

forced out behind and scattered down

all things showing where what was

from green eyed girls across the border, to

                             –

scrapings of metals across new skin and

I can only really tell what changes

by observing the flashes in this refracted

show of blinding living lights

                             –

and each flash keeps blowing sulphates to

shuffled feet attracting rusts

which in turn, get dragged and shown

all that slowly gums my eyes

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About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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