ORIGINAL POEM BY DAVID SICHLER
discard beloved language for rabid chase
art brut hiding under dirty nails
drunk and heavy like pollen
portraits of the lamented flirt before departing
eating a polished path through basalt caves
we began on raining stones
carrying the recital of stars
the birth of faces
the life of tails
my tattooed mind recalls
a child’s footlocker of failed comets
vibrating a cosmic song
sometimes the kindred sound the same
© David Sichler
HELLO, I'M DAVID
This poem has been written and strung together by me, the highly strung one.
It is printed on cream-coloured paper, covered in a matt laminate for protection and assembled by hand with red string and a wooden peg. It comes in a glass test tube, 20mm x 150mm with a black stopper.
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