Those punctured eyes will take it over
Bouquet scent of chimney-odour
Sweating molecules slide over-under
Press-pull glass-cut knotted fingers,
Non-kiss meet of breathing colours
Sabbath of ice invigorator
Drink hysteria, pulsing dancer
Move the body, sway the rafters
Bubble-scene, but flail no higher
Darkness lover, lidded end here.
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Cooking-smoke rise. Water-wall
Becomes iron curtain, all will fall.
Slamming sea-door that will know
Holes of size of which will grow.
Men's violence within deadly silence
Which breaks to roar,
downpour,
Solid hysteria, cruel dancer
Away the body, race your shelter
Thunder-fear, but flail no longer
Breathing lover, tears beyond here.
One thing for the new year - there is no need to create your own chaos. It is a mockery of the peace some have never had.
Take care for now and always.
# posted by s. ning @ 1:01 PM