Carry A Torch

18 03 2010

the atmosphere is thick as illusion viscous pantomime jello radiant music of the damned scoffs escapes the air won’t accept it.

I’m too sparkling for my environment. a testament to fluid and scepticism typhoons under my eyelids; methane nostrils the concussion of my heartbeat my dreams are blind orphans wild. they pant like dogs in summer.

I speak in the ritual sorrow of poems I lament scars and suicide and fat children born like cattle for thier hands and bellies I cry and my tears evaporate and crystalize torn flags of my nation, my heart. I burn for you and the flame is blue




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