eight forty five

April 12, 2010 at 8:58 pm (drugs, poetry) (, )

the bitter taste of a warm embrace
tumbles down your throat
white

and black
blink of your eyelids
the world opens in flame

red surface of another planet
reeling head says two and two make three
kaleidoscope wreck

scratch, scratch
scratch the termites at your door
run

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1 Comment

  1. asoulinprogress said,

    I wish I had something more insightful to say other than “I like it.”
    But, many times I’ve read it and still the only thing I can think is
    I like it.

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