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The Dictator and Mistress
"It's a quick, steel-tight maneuver."
On the door, bang the lion knocker.
You open, I smile. Hands are cold,
aircraft noise above our heads.
We melt in molten lava, floored.
Broken minds like hogs facing slaughter
and sketchy like the addict
kicking for a thrill.
The petticoats,
the monocles
don't dress a fancy affair.
A crow feather in your, around-the-house, top hat
might
prevent mercury.
The skip on the radio
or the kids playing before curfew
can't make us
normal.
"It's a velvet erotica."
Each white rabbit steals us
to a place I,
very nearly, remember
when we were awful and small
as any other children would be.
"Every thing here, these things you're committing to, they're are poison. You know that, right?"
On the door, bang the lion knocker.
You open, I smile. Hands are cold,
aircraft noise above our heads.
We melt in molten lava, floored.
Broken minds like hogs facing slaughter
and sketchy like the addict
kicking for a thrill.
The petticoats,
the monocles
don't dress a fancy affair.
A crow feather in your, around-the-house, top hat
might
prevent mercury.
The skip on the radio
or the kids playing before curfew
can't make us
normal.
"It's a velvet erotica."
Each white rabbit steals us
to a place I,
very nearly, remember
when we were awful and small
as any other children would be.
"Every thing here, these things you're committing to, they're are poison. You know that, right?"
Published 1st Feb 2012
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LA
I have always loved the
places you have taken the
reader in me thru your poems
as I have always come back in
the end. From those worlds. Always.
Scarred-yes. Shaken-may be. Affected-yes.
Moved-quite.
This one is a strange place. :)
A very very strange place and the images
here are evolving ink blots.
Just me.
S'
I have always loved the
places you have taken the
reader in me thru your poems
as I have always come back in
the end. From those worlds. Always.
Scarred-yes. Shaken-may be. Affected-yes.
Moved-quite.
This one is a strange place. :)
A very very strange place and the images
here are evolving ink blots.
Just me.
S'
1st Feb 2012 10:53pm
