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Fever-Dream
I wanted something profound to say
about the wilderness we walked
crooked as snakes.
something in your vicious fang
and the orchards’ fruit;
some deep truth feeding the garden
like subterranean creeks
nourishing the thicket hiding
our joint fever-dream.
Like all carnage, ours was empty.
Dreams forgotten on waking,
all pumping earth awaiting collapse,
hollow fruit.
We were animals basking in
idiot nature, drunken meanings,
howling at nothing.
about the wilderness we walked
crooked as snakes.
something in your vicious fang
and the orchards’ fruit;
some deep truth feeding the garden
like subterranean creeks
nourishing the thicket hiding
our joint fever-dream.
Like all carnage, ours was empty.
Dreams forgotten on waking,
all pumping earth awaiting collapse,
hollow fruit.
We were animals basking in
idiot nature, drunken meanings,
howling at nothing.
Published 16th Oct 2018
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Anonymous
16th Oct 2018 2:03pm
“Like all carnage ours was empty” - this poem just blew me away when I read it. I’ve read it through several times now. It’s packed through with visceral imagery.
Easily the best thing I’ve read this week.
-M
Easily the best thing I’ve read this week.
-M
16th Oct 2018 8:05pm
