the
storm had rustled -with ancient aches
the
wind rippling, with flurrying fingers
and
the pioneering raindrops died a blissful suicide;
earth. it grumbled with prehistoric nostalgia
and
threatened to turnDust on us-
or
i thought so, dry in my electric hole
watching.
clutching cat and dog,
through
the window—cats&dogs
gradually
the world dried up
sun,
it cracked its knuckles, sky yawned
the
dusk sank down in pale blue sighs
even
flashed a rainbow tail..
and
the heavens ejaculated: a sunrise
angelic
oranges mingling socially
with
pinks and. baby blues
majestic
clouds drifting, cumulus ships
tumbling
white mountains branded on the sky
with
viking majesty, angel-veined
and
the world hatched in a golden glimmer
that
skated over the grass and trees
and
landed gently on our faces
we
laid down on the ground
let
it soak through our skin
and
coat our thirsty skeletons
but
unknowingly
we
were crucified there, under the sky
by
our dreamy delusions of forever-and-ever
we
were crucified, glass-eyed, to die and
be buried
yes
crucified but
sweetly
so
2 comments:
When I read your poetry, I hear beautiful indie-folk songs in my head, like Neutral Milk Hotel. You NEED to start that band and write all the songs.
aifsjajfdlskaafsd This is beautiful.
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