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Venus In Shade
At twilight, as I lay down to rest, a soul dances bye
and bye, sweet requiem song. Tinkering with the
incense and opium candle. Dripping its tallow, on
fronds of carriageless horses. Through bottled
dreams of insanity's equinox and villages of death.
Now listening to the jackals, where once were the
pale corpses, boxed in mahogany. Now Venus is in
the shade of forever green, just rotting, waiting at
the depot of death.
and bye, sweet requiem song. Tinkering with the
incense and opium candle. Dripping its tallow, on
fronds of carriageless horses. Through bottled
dreams of insanity's equinox and villages of death.
Now listening to the jackals, where once were the
pale corpses, boxed in mahogany. Now Venus is in
the shade of forever green, just rotting, waiting at
the depot of death.
Published 10th Nov 2023
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10th Nov 2023 4:40pm
This captures the season of halloween, Samhain, dias del muertos, all souls’ day…
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10th Nov 2023 4:42pm
10th Nov 2023 9:02pm
I really like this line, "Now listening to the jackals, where once were the pale corpses, boxed in mahogany."
It reminds me of many years ago when I was awakened in the middle of the night by coyotes howling. It was so eerie sounding like ghosts having a party on a Saturday night.
It reminds me of many years ago when I was awakened in the middle of the night by coyotes howling. It was so eerie sounding like ghosts having a party on a Saturday night.
10th Nov 2023 9:13pm
I can relate to that. I buried my sister's Barbie doll and was awakened by crying from the shoebox, three feet down. Scout's Honor, from a Junior Birdman.
10th Nov 2023 9:16pm
