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2-amine
twin show visions
whispering from beneath the sour hiss
of the pump fridge coolant hum
the dust darkness smirk
as fun as the stark stare of the kitchen
window
winking red light phone
a stack of messages
before and before the tidy
hours slipped from a sun filled
departure to the midnight
arrival
blue bus thunders past the
lights a universe of flouresent
apparitions staring
i can read the walls and calculate
the codes from channel fifty four
and now a card the front desk
angel when i strolled through
propped a chair on the door
and layed my back to the floor
the shower is bugged
thats why it echos
they are sending me
through time with each
echo
each beautiful flicker of
the cold light
they want me in the rains
when i met my twin
the dark licking down
erasing our identities
i was ready for the pulse
wave dance
the clubs where all the
beauties are sending
messages with the curves
and twists
morse with the great eye
a projection only the
chosen can see
the future
i still have the sutures
implanted mechanics
Comments
Ian.T
Sun, 2013-12-29 04:13
Steve
You seem to be laying there with your thoughts,
and they seem oblivious of time or state,
they rove around at liberty,
to touch many small things making them a myriad of feelings.
This held my read throughout, loved it,
Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Sun, 2013-12-29 22:47
timeless obscurity
how oblivion ends
a hot day in japan
a cough turned back
in spain
history in the cusp
of great meaning
the simple tended
untethered lives
of minds haunted
and on fire
with the ghosts
of flames
thank you for the time
and comment
\ian