snowstars
cassiopeia
I saw you lying,
head tilt back to snowstorm sky.
magnetic, pulling
constellations to your bloodsoaked thighs.
Power-less and cracking
Too much the rising tides to carry.
Spooling warmth, flush and suckered
Dreamstuff never can be buttered.
traced a smile across your belly
in rampling jam with ravens feather.
Blood on snowflakes falling faster
blown pupils, stellar - hypnotiser.
Beats on wings of fallen angel
wrapped tight around you, in a vaccum.
swallow-smashed, laid bare to Tsars,
We crashed into the same stars.
posted by Pareidolia at 12/21/2005 11:35:00 PM
4 Comments:
that's quite powerful
thank you
thank you for speaking, im not sure i like it. it reminds me of cutting my hand at an icerink.blood on snowand ice. i think maybe the thighs were overkill...
almost always the case: the strings you attach to your own puppets will be perceived by the audience like something completely unrelated
I have to open you a secret: I printed this one out and will return to it on a night when power is out and there is no shadows to mask
mmmmok. it wasn't really about an iceskating disaster. iam shy to tender musings.but your confession validates me immediately.
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