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yellow about the land
Odorous under the towers
confounded misty teeth beyond the rain
the sin continues
quaking before the trees
you stroke dank vapors under the flowers
I reach insanity yellow about the land
as we dream of evil over the virgin
crazy, passionate, open-eyed, hungry
over the horizon
something missing
out of dreams
a stranger
takes comfort
he knew no-one
yellow about the lan...
Thursday 7th June 2012 11:32 am
Thoughts of Leaves
The beef-red fairday seashore
Burning by the sea,
With the lazily musical leaves
Waiting while the thin daybreak
On the blinded lives quickly
Goes to live against the moonless night.
I was drowned slowly
By the lives of the seashore
Trotting heartily on the spellbound fishwives
On thoughts of leaves
Where eyes lie savagely
And all the gooseberried girls kiss and sing
The...
Friday 24th September 2010 11:34 pm
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