Thursday, July 28, 2011

MANY

Honey tainted prisms ---
A life without valor,
surreal magenta s
aroused magnets --
Its hardly the hour to say ' I Do"
a systematic perversion of
the companies of sanity.
A once upon a time didactic proposed
by the sheers
Aghast I wait to behold the
christenings of bald heads, pale eyes, crafted smiles.
singularly the bloody myth
of blood that peers through the
small vesicle cry of layered skin tacts --
how flow is myth,
romance an injunction
death an aberration
and yet sometimes the lost
battle is the most pronounced,
a varied many myriad bodies tucked under golden
poison --
an age it was to remember
the peas
a loud clang of the fallen
snowballs
my rudimentary tongue
locked beneath the clawing
tentacles of teeth ---
mislead.

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