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The Heroin(e).
Lover, what foil will be of my shine?
I have on me dragons that chase me
-- divine,
Oh what burning passion does bounce from my eyes?
A new open glory. A limp. A surprise.
I kiss this pearl sheet with my eyes (heavy glint)
For me, I seek comfort in light
-- in a splint.
A hug from the air that sends me to hell,
The colours that trick me
-- a chemical spell.
Here I am, Horror, come catch me with hands
That rip me to pieces and send me,
to lands
Of far out wavelengths and the sound of a mute,
Smoke that surrounds me
-- a murder’s salute.
You look so beautiful -- is it not where I fly?
Are we not just crows in magnificent sky?
A wedding veil of sorrow addressed to the groom,
A subjective vice with a French-kissing doom.
I have in my hand a glass thorax of laughs,
A way to my veins
-- to my heart, along paths
Of gold, of wondrous glee and mistakes,
My forearm makes love among liars and fakes.
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Published 19th Nov 2009
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20th Nov 2009 10:00pm
23rd Nov 2009 3:54pm
I love the style you adopted for this poem & its contents. Brilliantly written :)
25th Nov 2009 6:43pm
... but they all wouldn't fit in this box! Wow! lemmie just say that again for effect. Wow! You're good! and I mean, not just 'your little cousin counted from 1 to 10' good I mean rediculously good! I shall gladly read more of your work.
28th Nov 2009 5:14pm
