Promises by Iain Britton

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

lightning speaks up /         far off /

as i lay sunning

chest / nipples / belly

there are promises of further exploration

as i lay

ruminating

clouds blip past /        like strips of chrome

sand dunes /       roll over

what’s to come whitens the horizon /

a religious festival of painted idols

hooks the converted

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