Sunday, 5 October 2008

shedow


Still staying

Away from

Light

Mares

Night fog

Spreads

In from the coast

From

the sea

waves

black as cola

Tar trickling along the sand

foaming

like rabid dog froth

jaws snap agile

spittle falls

drips into pits

eye blinks

muscle flexes

joins dots on a page

with lines that flake like chalk

on fabric

fragile and indeterminate

A clutter of letters

brush together

making sparks

shouting death rattles

slapping the head of a baby

tears roll

spheres of fluid

reflecting light

A ring of angels dancing

on the tip of my

finger.

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