divine comedy (Remove filter)
canto 11
below the decked black clouds
the upper reaching moor shines emerald now
lit by the slashing sun
between the rain soaked rungs
of the ladder bent above
without rainbow or climbing feet
the raw bouldered hanging cliff
yellow in the evening state
stripped to demerara soft
to mock their hardness and their weight
as all melt away at night
to their beds again they go
but those of us uns...
Tuesday 23rd June 2015 2:58 pm
canto 8
locked in a room
hearing lives roll around
in braying cries
the lacking pound of doom
head in hands
the dreams revisit
this time more honest
of my faults
in each offered passage
between the life evolved
in the shadows and the diverts
a pearl bearing clam
prized open now
by prison dirty fingers
now that name I spat with ire
sticking to me disgrace drooling
of all superiority i...
Wednesday 17th June 2015 8:50 pm
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