A Museum of Making DoKarl Parker
When all was said and done, the human parts were my favorites. Sun glints through glass roofs under which some move, irregularly ambulant. I’m glad we never make it to the mall, in the dream that ends the instant before we kiss. We kiss and kiss, pretty kissing. Parts move smooth, through the meanings.
Karl Parker Read Bio Author Discusses Poems
|©copyright 2004-2019, No Tell Motel. All poems ©copyright the authors.|