Monday, 16 April 2012

Poem 16: rock

i'm sure i've been on that rock
looking out with formaldehyde hands
spinning the lead floss un-candy clouds into a
coarse thread dyed with salt tears
interwoven with damp kelp into a
harris tweed tunic

i wear it sometimes even now
its phosphorescent glow illuminates
the darker corners of my existence

today's lowercaseness is inspired by the lovely


Anonymous said...

Nice! I especially like "looking out with formaldehyde hands."

heavy hedonist said...

characterful creator-- cool. the last few lines really resonate.

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