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this fiction of mine laboured tightly in the skull of memories and mysteries worked to the wheel by furies who deal the willing thread in...

Friday, December 7, 2012

bang bang

star flash star shot
sightless bright
unfirmly lit bit of bang
blowing holes black as night
unfathomable to prisoners of light
(we move as if eyeless with failing steps
  in wait of a command  we’re held in check)

and the fire he breaths burns with time
tiresome now in the crimson stream
of venom beliefs and blind alleys
ladden with forbidden fruit
(it's flesh in black purple and green
  with ashes and vermilion dreams)

so cornered now
and again as light years wind down
darkness darkness
on the windless ride to know
popeyed to the dumb shot

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