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Friday, May 13, 2011

canvas

blue skies
cloud, pouring from her eyes.
disturbing echoes
of a dance with time,
screaming in blood red
through the razor-wire.

splattering rays
of the sun (the tentacles
of a pagan love song)
that quiver,
like cobwebs
in a splintered mosaic.

lost, in the catacombs
of derelict eyes, her fingers
twist the latticework
into a smile -a ghost-
of narcotic decadence,
rusting on the horizon.

2 comments:

Colles said...

figure in the ether.
i like the last stanza.


paegan love song is a tastey acid bath.

seth elkins said...

i fucking love daxx riggs.