Tuesday, March 16, 2010

And president of The United States of Love

Chaos

Pantomimes of nonsuch
whirl round
trodden down 
anarchy
intangible joy
gathers at the 
heart, its
bent wax
ropes free
mangled swirling 
solemn snowy
silks.

Inflections of the mind
slide into
spheres containers oceans
pitiless veins
leach 
shining golden
acrobats warriors ideas
darkened mirrors
blast
lethal grenades
empty empty
hollow, hollow.

Woven dangle tied-up
walls 
scrub
wrapped purple 
precision incisions.

tears minutes shocks of grief.

hours

of grief.


Title Quote: Hair Soundtrack, Colored Spade

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