Again instantly red against wall so suddenly exposed soul troll I am not here feeling full fear blood love blood lust blood dust ash to rust blood curdle the cradle fall into heaven fly into hell I will for whom it tolls ring that fucking bell smell water pouring acrid in your wake baked earth cracks under fleshy moments movements slight a hand outstretched a sleight of hand now call a phone rings overwhelms undersings a love distraught I wanted things unspeakable I want things unthinkable formulaic in my defense of the ruin of my innocence and in a sense i will have gone a perfect tense child a progression of aspect a lingua Franca unadorned with the shroud of your knowing remiss against my going.
1 comment:
i like the lack of spaces - like a cloud of words. totally different feeling.
nice to see you writing again
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