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the rusted smoke of a cigarette dribbling serenely through the night sky.

the ethereal chaos of liquid nitrogen, broiling and burning out of the canister moments after reducing a crisp, red rose into a thousand heartbroken pieces.

the quasi-panic of rising darkness pouring up from behind a hill or forest, before sweet relief at the discovery of a bonfire, a charcoal burner, a farmer in control.

the taste and smell of the steam from a lovers shower, squeezed under a closed door and ripe with coconut, blossom and promise.

the sick stomach and dry throat of a life’s pyre, the frantic searching for loved ones, the glass reduced to water.

◄ Howl 2016

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steve pottinger

Wed 29th Jun 2016 14:06

'ripe with coconut, blossom, and promise'

That's the stand-out phrase for me. Wonderfully evocative.

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Stu Buck

Tue 28th Jun 2016 23:52

cheers both. i know that song elp, but i have listened again. glad i reminded you of such a good piece of work.

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Martin Elder

Tue 28th Jun 2016 23:35

The whole poem is brill Stu but that opening line is just so good
the rusted smoke of a cigarette dribbling serenely through the night sky
Fab

elPintor

Tue 28th Jun 2016 23:13

extremely poignant imagery here, Stu..so much so that it's hard to read--emotionally, I mean..an excellent piece of writing, nonetheless.

If you've a mind to, check out a song, "Black Sheets Of Rain". Ryan Adams does an excellent cover. Your piece reminded me of it.

Rachel

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