TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Altitude by Lola Ridge

I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.

 

by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry

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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018

the Sixth

I’m kinda the sixth finger on your tender hand.
I’m not in tact with these standard codes
But I bet that in our hellish musical band
Nobody can strike such mad barre chords!

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014