Scrape The Skin

Breeze on a back, push and tickle –
fingers that scrape skin and bloody the scalp.

Give pause to moments clear, perceptive
and grateful.

Broken wind to face, shutter forehead growl –
locomotion and waves for vision, heat
and lips – and sour tastes.


2010 Barry Comer


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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