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estuary synchro
droplet drizzle
svelte line abbrev
sweet
thumbtack a pash
slide the tumblers
in harried haste
unbuttoning the evening
atrophy
hovering over
and filled with
its lurid paste urge
tinged in its passing
this watered light licking
raindrops
fan whirs
humming electrical
satisfaction
this heat rancid
the balcony awash in
ice and leavings
from a yesteryear
wayward storm
your dark bruise
swollen
rises like an autumn
ive forgotten
cartoid slush
slipping from today
and like a flame
youve unwound
the passing of
fates like the rush
of traffic on streets
of dusks magic
the water bleeding
running off
and like your treat
within the river
swirling
swerving
in the danger clan
the fan
sluicing air
this ice too thin
like shallow
breaths on the
grave winter bay
this window watch
waiting
a winter breeze
gushing air
slipping
sliding
across the cool
delivery of dreams
Comments
Emina Smajevic
Sun, 2013-12-29 16:25
Hello Esker,
Hello Esker,
this is too fast for my taste but I guess that's how you wanted it
I like it
there's one thing I would change
''this ice too thin
like shallow (shadow)
breaths on the
grave winter bay''
and this is so so good
''your dark bruise
swollen
rises like an autumn
ive forgotten''
br ;)
Emina
Maybe it's better to stay completely within
as fire hides in metal
as water hides in rock.
Rumi
Esker
Sun, 2013-12-29 22:32
s l o w . . . like a turntable tumbleweed...dusky windz
perhaps the pattern in short burst
makes it fall like a score
i never heard much live readings
the instantaneous switch i like
driving looking for something
at night in the rain
darkness or many lights
the steady stream
of visual input
the disttractions
im glad you like the passages
some of them
when i type i type fast
like i talk
ideas rushed...
i call it gatling gunning
rushing out words to a focal
rather then a jumble ramble
fan tango
i like ruins
things broken from once great
machinery...style..class
haunted dipped in an ache of
envy like lace
this is a love poem
most of these are
something i cannot wish to own
a dream forgotten
rotted and in repose
rammstein
marylin manson
siouxsie and the banshees
lykke li
etc etc
lately its been piano score
while composing writings
it used to be sweet walks
in the frozen urban stretchs
the faceles anonymity of cars
idling at the lights
romantic with pennies in my pockets
thumbling my nose at an establishment
i do respect
"like shadow breaths
an a bays winter grave.."
i like this line like this
emina
Thank You for your clever and creative
suggestions...