THE MURDER OF LOVE WHEN I WOKE THIS MORNING MY LOVER WAS - TopicsExpress



          

THE MURDER OF LOVE WHEN I WOKE THIS MORNING MY LOVER WAS DEAD JUST LIKE YESTERDAY AND YESTERDAY AND YESTERDAY BEFORE EACH ONE A JARRING REVELATION EVERY ONE A GREAT WHITE HORSE STRIDING THROUGH THE FOAMY WAVES WITH FLAMING MANES AND STALLION PAIN WHILE I STOOD ON THE SHORE ALONE WHERE BLUE MEETS BLUE AND LAND MEETS AIR THEY MOCK ME WITH THEIR MAJESTY MY KRYSTALNACHT ETERNITY THE SPARKLING GLASS AN EPITAPH THE LIGHT POURED OUT AND TIME FELL DEAD THE CLOCKS STOPPED BREATHING RUNNING SCREAMING ST VALENTINE WAS BLEEDING LEAVING FOR COMPANY I HAD A CEILING FAILING SKY AND TIGER SKIN FROM WHERE THE SCISSORS HAD GONE IN EXPIATORY LUSTRAL SIN NO END TO KNOW WHERE YOU BEGIN A PURLOINED PEARL IN FLIGHTLESS SKY AND TWENTY YEARS TO SAY GOODBYE (title inspired by Patrick Duff dead man singing.) © all rights reserved to john prastitis #artists #art #paints #Poets_artist_for_A_different_world_movement
Posted on: Mon, 05 May 2014 21:30:14 +0000

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