Tuesday, December 15, 2009

lips with strings attached hang idly,
an imaginary mobile pondered with,
blind and bedridden by heed.
the prestigious dance macabre
of fictional openings and botched pie crust,
the peripheral nature of ardent space.
the mystique of nautical liaisons
heavies the heart with barnacles.
the plaintive pull of heavenly bodies,
wall-flowered by recollection,
draws my culpability in the sand.

1 comment:

  1. This has that very visual style I'd expect from you. Bon.

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