Random transmission from Phantasm Arterial
January 21st 2008 05:23
Sweat coats the steer and I am bound for the breezeways beyond the arteries. It’s a meander to a pins and needles disorder, and a special occasion to saturate my palms in the second coming and light up the room with tail-lights. I honour the pit and score out the black from my core. Ersatz and bona fide chide the day. Is the foresight of a fading planet ample enough to burrow into fallow soil, long enough to seize life? Enough to keep from laying wraith roots out in the sun, to dry, to turn back to the nadir of earth, forever and ever, amen? The clock strikes 4 and the wind bids play with the garden bells. A stray cat peeks through my window.
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Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica
love,
~Lily
Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
...and my neighbour cried out across the street, with glee ... "It's beer o'clock!"
He's gone now, tot he great beer garden in the sky, where it's beer o'clock every hour.
Comment by Lily
Ars Poetica