by J.L. Moultrie
i’m hanging from a wire a censure only
encountered in mirrors feet of clay sudden
distances mirages which stay the grand pain
of barely knowing where you’re going the
pinion’s frayed my attention caved standing
in line in the shelter rays of warmth entered
my face didn’t know they’d penetrate me so
deeply keep me i want to say with all of me
seeping whence i came
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J.L. Moultrie is a Detroiter and multi-genre writer who communicates his craft through words. He hasn’t been the same since encountering Patti Smith, Sylvia Plath & Hart Crane. He considers himself a modern, abstract imagist.
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