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Jason on Tanka (3 hours ago)
Crimson ultraviolet lust
And I could fill my head with sand
to sink to the bottom of the ocean
And wait for it land
Then soak me up
Like nothing more than soapy water splashed against a car
Over and over
Until we sparkle with diamonds in our eyes
And love in our hearts
Because maybe just then
We can finally realize that all good things come to an end
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 2:35 am
In cloaks of words I wrap myself against the weather
Storms I conjured up as punishment.
Hands full of swords thrusting up out of the earth
The round route I take. Gazelles return again
To the brink, to drink. And me? To think.
So I skirt mans burning fire, hyena lurking
Laughing in the dark. A great arc I make
Like a dim sun at the end of his leash
Scribing the day across the sky...
Friday 27th October 2017 8:00 pm
Like warm spring rain the darke bloode flows.
Like autunm leaves bilious leathery skin dries and falls.
All thought abandoned
as imagination crawls
slow, heavy, dull, relentless
like the shadowes on the walls.
Time drags slow
emotionless yet tense
in the infernal demonic night;
it pulls with sinous and wiry strength
drips of melting wax from the candles' dying light.
Tearing at their screaming blinded eyes
Saturday 21st November 2009 11:55 pm