Sunday, December 28, 2008

A Blurry Forest

A pulsing stiffness-
A speeding light-
Wrapped in a dirty brown blanket
Warm, yet writhed.
I'll ride the silken beauty
In hopes of overcome
A wild beast in the fields
but a tame pet out of the sun.
The feeling left within me,
The stillness in the air-
A stiff heavy breath
that lingers two moments
before it'll disappear.
You've slain yourself
Upon me
In hopes of overcome,
My tame pet in the forest
You lay asleep in the sun.
A slumber never stirring,
A wakefulness all gone,
A pulsing stiffness,
blurry,
through my veins still runs.

1 Comments:

At 8:53 AM, July 27, 2011, Blogger Blind_Prophet said...

so much talk of veins!

 

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