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Skies Of Violet
We swim through a sea of bricks
We tread lightly across the feet of spring
Grasping tightly onto the curtails of a German speaking cockroach
Masquerading as a butler
We dance upon the skeletal remains of the cricket wearing a back-brace
We kiss the blood laden sand;
Blow stars into the heavens
Under the radiant half-eaten sky lies the shattered remnants of my pleasure
We tiptoe graciously around the mismatched socks of the headless rabbit
As he lay sleeping under the broken stars of dawn
We tread lightly across the feet of spring
Grasping tightly onto the curtails of a German speaking cockroach
Masquerading as a butler
We dance upon the skeletal remains of the cricket wearing a back-brace
We kiss the blood laden sand;
Blow stars into the heavens
Under the radiant half-eaten sky lies the shattered remnants of my pleasure
We tiptoe graciously around the mismatched socks of the headless rabbit
As he lay sleeping under the broken stars of dawn
Published 20th Jul 2011
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20th Jul 2011 2:13am
...no killer. What do you mean? Seriously, what do you mean? Where is the shared experience, some sense of emotion? Some sense of humanity? Some sense? This is merely a spray of words. Poetry is control.
