anotherhow is everyone else?
~Deliquescere
iron & leadNewest
secundinesacross bogged-groundsecundines
dragged a ragged voice,
a sound.
across ground; hair unfound: free fingers for a bow; or perhaps beaming cello?
beaming, downstairs, screaming in the valley, in the dusk with the shadow and the rust
and so stranded, with the pine of jasper banded.
where wine won't pierce the wood and imbue it's purple hue.
and so stranded, with a spine all tighly-handed.
where wine won't pierce the wood where buss would do no good.
by ~Deliquescere
porphyrythe ugly truth is a flagrant flame; it aches like tooth:porphyry
my periphery, same.
and this flagrant shame, rings my vista the same: periphery porphyry
And the city,
impressionistic unfolds as
simplistic:
pausing
statistic, with static,
with cobblestone,
cannons, and sound
knuckles, wound
white and taught 'round a neck,
but still, cannot. overdue, the beck
to close 'fore wreck, but still, the beck: it glows.
this magnum opus, this opus dei. still ring
by ~Deliquescere
rememberancemy glowing cheeks and balding head, filaments allrememberance
sunderance: gone senile. adrift in mid -noon light vague and
insensitive to no more
than
panes and draft in which it dances not knowing fright but warmth
in which it displays proud and naked its glistered, blistered
body. in which it displays proud and naked that it is only dust.
by ~Deliquescere
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