Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Sky Will Boil

The Sky Will boil
Slide into the streams.
Thunder and rupture.
white searing screams.
The mountains will whip out the sound of my name
from furious fires they spit out in flame.
But I've sunken into the ground.
where no sounds follow.
away from all the pain of conditional happiness.

2 comments:

  1. Deep pool is glass,
    Heal the green corduroy sky,
    Ferocious air,
    Oh do picture the sad boy,
    Say change and surround
    my vast liquid ocean
    of concrete grass
    in hot blue life.

    Polybore.

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