The Dales of Doris (II)
From the bend
to the ten
light lashes;
blue, corrosive,
clenches the fist and burns;
bestows ecstatic pain & cortisone’s frailness;
a steel-song’s equivalence,
anger’s hollow
in a sudden sear;
the shame-pittings of continents endured
beyond the reach of the “public world”;
consciousness wrecked
in a sea of pallid telephones & ear-shells;
blind feelings thinned out
in the consumptions of the thing-sties,
leaching their toxins
through the Dales of Doris.
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
Written on 2026-02-27 at 16:12
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