Post Lunch Break Poem 9/5/12
skin shedding knee deep,
soft as milks laced curtains,
a bulb fringes black hole hiding place,
inch float inch where belongs crumble,
voice loudly warrants our stupefaction,
pour inward yellow gauze brazen hollow,
materializing ropes hangman fishing net,
long ago not to ponder wayside traffic,
birth newness of skeletal flock embrace,
now might imagine realities wealth of artifacts,
ah horizon how sweet little wings do covet,
once glowing deserted behind legs movement,
a face trampled million flowers forced flight,
and wonder killed atoning to past quicksand,
a much populated lie.
-
paperlesswords likes this
-
dimasmoonbeams likes this
-
wildflowerveins likes this
-
icrappoetry likes this
-
edgarwhitmanwilde reblogged this from dr-gibberyshrooms-md
-
edgarwhitmanwilde likes this
-
pedanticpersiflage likes this
-
dr-gibberyshrooms-md posted this
