by Raphael Moser
Sunny and cold
He wore a suit of crepe de chine
And purchased objects
He looked at
At the end of the hall
The dragon with iron teeth
A striped stick in the corner
Empty rooms ring
Heavy metal and crystal
Clenched fists in a figure eight
Silkscreen voluptuaries
Primate fancies cut the air
He’s on purpose
Caught on the spokes
Shouting from the back of a room
The rest of the spangled wet back bricks
consume
Are you safe are you able
nice rhythm in this poem… good one!!!