Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Red Tie On Black Shirt
grimaces from gasoline, the
- attire that restless night
embedded - one in which burning fire sparked by Roman
--- arsonists
spark, fibers from roast
- Dart around circles, without a word, dumb -
- this is a soul-fire-brand
--- and destroyed the last property
rescue coming? Who do you expect?
- the night: as cheesy as she smokes!
- your nose: it smells of sulfur lanes?
--- you flame Caesar! You'll also need?
what now? You are solid, a rock?
- where every fire decomposes?
- then! vertical view of the sluggish and fouled on
--- all the dust that you wet!
are so massive! knowledge passively -
- the pyromaniac, they offer the end
- endure words, sparks, ash-wind:
--- a brief blackout of the brain!
a charred thought the hollow wood,
- that the waters washed out, the rivers and
times - they carry the message to the future:
--- "We can always find what to burn."
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