or, fun with magnetic poetry.
sail the bleeding morning from yesterday
let the sad fire of poetry bellow with your secret life
growl like a ghost over a wild ocean;
a son cut from the soft belly of a god,
a daughter of champaigne & flowers
think less of decaying like a prisoner
speak desire
wake up the night
your sacred fever heals you
a window which opens out on to the universe,
a way in to a breeze we will soon explore;
remember,
& learn to breathe
sail the bleeding morning from yesterday
let the sad fire of poetry bellow with your secret life
growl like a ghost over a wild ocean;
a son cut from the soft belly of a god,
a daughter of champaigne & flowers
think less of decaying like a prisoner
speak desire
wake up the night
your sacred fever heals you
a window which opens out on to the universe,
a way in to a breeze we will soon explore;
remember,
& learn to breathe
2 comments:
hey you there, disappearing into the friscolating dusklight...i'm glad i'll be able to stay in touch with ya via the blogiverse.
this is good shit my friend...who needs to know it came from the fridge....
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