Katabasis ~ Bob Kesh

I’m going down
using clouds as filters
toward the city
row after row of crazy palm trees
roads like veins and
rivers like bones
band-aids ripped from forests leaving
her legs bare as the sky
on red dirt
and we stamped streets in her like
swirls of fingerprints,
reason is the moon,
when the ground goes through me
I’ll taste the shadow
and already I know
there’re no seasons here.


A writer and musician from London currently studying at the Faber Academy. Generally nocturnal, he can be found indulging in all the pleasures and pains of the night.

Contact him at bobkesh @ hotmail . co .uk (with no spaces)

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