ineluctable
By Steve
Tue, 18 Nov 2014
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trembles radiate
silences in the dark tread, sterling silver
deck christmas afternoons
into slivers of dark linings
opera-ting ripples of your eye
browns into nigh
tight bellowings, 1 day
page after book after binding, no one
discloses me and flowers me like the night
after a continuous sigh, burnt out.
how is it possible? i've become a whore of life, lust all
spiritual finesse, my soul
unbound, expressive
underneath
the endless purple of the dead.
how is it possible that i could
knoe
1 word
1 day
1 afternoos of nuit
feathered with fools.
i've been amiss
stolen another man's car
sped into rebellion
combusted into farts, dealing with the devil galore,
lost
in all eyes.
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