Ghost in the lamp:
Buzz, buzz—
Oh I’m lanced by a filament
And become a crazed, burning smell.
June 23, 2013
The gray that your closed eyes see
Pens up leafing hierarchies
Behind escorts and stern banners
Joined to a wheeling procession.
Pens up leafing hierarchies
Behind escorts and stern banners
Joined to a wheeling procession.
June 20, 2013
Daylight spreads like a shivering harpy,
Wearies pursuit with tenacious chiding
Of every victorious ostentation
Barely warmed and clawing.
Wearies pursuit with tenacious chiding
Of every victorious ostentation
Barely warmed and clawing.
June 12, 2013
Your secluded eye as a scimitar bites
Its own fiendish glow
That Time’s fond prism cools and collects
In shadows like a tassel of bone.
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Its own fiendish glow
That Time’s fond prism cools and collects
In shadows like a tassel of bone.
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