(for Ingvil Stille)
out to the ten
the light strikes;
blue, corrosive,
clenches the hand and burns;
offers ecstatic pain & cortisone’s frailness;
an equivalence of steel-song,
anger’s hollow
in a searing “all at once”;
the shame-pittings of the mainlands endured
beyond the reach of the “public world”;
consciousness shipwrecked
in a sea of pale telephones & ear-shells;
blind feelings diluted
in the consumptions of the thing-sties,
leaching their poisons
through the Dales of Doris
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2026-02-27 at 12:19
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The Dales of Doris
From the bendout to the ten
the light strikes;
blue, corrosive,
clenches the hand and burns;
offers ecstatic pain & cortisone’s frailness;
an equivalence of steel-song,
anger’s hollow
in a searing “all at once”;
the shame-pittings of the mainlands endured
beyond the reach of the “public world”;
consciousness shipwrecked
in a sea of pale telephones & ear-shells;
blind feelings diluted
in the consumptions of the thing-sties,
leaching their poisons
through the Dales of Doris
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Read 8 times
Written on 2026-02-27 at 12:19
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