weed seeds on a cumtissue
i
god's cunt hovers between
the overcast and the catseye sky
dripping droplets of damnation
burning through our backeyes
ii
profane propaganda
highlighted by domino streetbulbs
gritbeacons of artifice
an overrated spectacle
the leafs only friend
selling chlorophyll for colour
iii
jittering joints adjust to the majesty
of steadfast automation
clutching to the amber trafficlight
we are pulled under tyres
an imprint of our faces fading
iv
we bathe in vivid impurities
the burned books of the past
scorched ash reigns
fluttering feathers
like a lovetonic cataclysm
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 6th Dec 2010 20:26
This is terrific. Glad to know your God 'idea' is a woman! I do need more readings to appreciate greater depth and craftsmanship, but my 'reception' is one of fulsome allusions that I need to forage through for myself. Outstanding images among many; 'catseye sky', 'selling chlorophyll for colour', 'the burned books of the past' etc.
Sorry I missed 'autumn evening journey'.