Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Wheatfield imaginations



The little capsules shine
as deafness or the like looms.
Through the ochroid heads
that sway gently from one silent moment
to the whisper of another approaching
i can see the night sky drool over me
as fetuses crawl across the sky,
I see naked bodies of lovers entangled
and their violent convulsions leaving a stir,
My shoulders fall in embarrassment
and between my legs even the shadows stain
as an ocean floored by glowing pebbles
bears down on me,like an abortion of the day gone by
i fling them pebbles across the fields
and watch them drop over the bend,
where my last breath takes its fall
and where the disheartened gather tonight..

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