09/09/2012
sanctuary
under the hot grey sky
casting microwave radiation.
at the dark heart
of the jungle.
deep down
in the ravine.
we locked ourselves away
in the sanctuary by the blackest pool –
no food, no sleep, no water, no light
– and buried our teeth in each other’s shoulders
engulfed in the fluids of our souls
until we became
a single steaming ghost
never to let go
ever
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Superheated air streams in Through the driver-side window as I burn the car Across the blistering heat, exhuming Ian Curtis's Pompeian ...
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erratic echoes of a swallow's cries faint and shrill, lost midget amid the persian blue vault of turquoise and gentian tiles, pool...
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go and ride a thousand days, my clear-eyed messengers, scour all points of the compass and find me a glimpse of iridescence for shining...
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single pidgeon in the distance of boundless grey suburban skies. sombreness dememoritised
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