A velvet sky,
and hanging lights, gold
swinging in the empty air
and soft air, with the streetlight cupped
washing down—heat the shadows
the soft burr in me, on me
arms and lungs, rubbing together
up against the night
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the title is interesting @ 31st sept :)
and surreal first few lines..
"arms and lungs, rubbing together" is something which makes me think and think hard..
*still thinking*
... yeah. I'm in kind of a funny mood-- always in kind of a funny mood-- but this particular funny mood is an "I'm Getting a Real Kick Out of Francis Bacon" sort of mood.
... so, now more than ever, no hard drugs... ;)
Vivid imagery!
Rhett
thanks, Rhett...
... whole world's very evocative where I am, just now. finally getting colors again after a whole summer of dead-and-brown...
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