Quadrille 95

The Year slow-rolled to a stop,
at midnight the moon’s transmission
fell out with a clunk.

The poets were out of gas –
no roar in their coffee,
no boom-boom love in their pens.

The return of the sun and inspiration
a dreambillion lightyears
away.




Quadrille for dVerse

15 thoughts on “Quadrille 95

  1. Oh, man. I thought this was gonna be my favorite line:
    “the moon’s transmission
    fell out with a clunk.”

    And then I arrived here:
    “no roar in their coffee,
    no boom-boom love in their pens.”

    Such incredible word choices, as always. LOVE.

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    1. Ahahaha! Thanks!! I was hoping that *then* you would say “but ‘dreambillions’ takes the prize.” Like you, I’ve just been gassed recently. Thanks for the prompt, and the Bukowski mojo to throw down a roar.

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