Wednesday 23 October 2013

Straw Buryed Fields In November

Drawing Breath,
The Browning Of What Was Left From Family Pardons,
Emptyed OnTo The DriveWays For U-Turn Commandos To Measure For Camera
Angles And Snow Blinding Rage,
SomeTimes I Think Of Falling Past The Rooted Earth...
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To Not Get The Wind Knocked Out Of My Lungs...
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The Fire Tricks Its Way InTo The Shuffle,
But Not To Fool The House InTo Leaveing Its Thrones UnGuarded,
ThankFull I Do Not Have To Wear Bells,
As I Hit The Ground...
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SomeBody Is Cutting The Deck,
Playing The Blind Man's Bluff,
I Turn My Face To Burn Images InTo Memory,
Just This Once I Could Raise The Bet...
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For Better Halves To Split The Snake's Tongue,
Carrying Ants Back To My Home,
To Teach Them The Depth Of Honey,
As I Lose My Height And A False Sense Of Security...
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Joining The Droneing Buzz,
Drowning MySelf In My Duty Of Worthy Pollinateions...
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InTo Orchids And Then Back InTo Waxen Structure...
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And Then To Melt As I Fall.






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