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Excruciatingly Large Things

Boredom

Thursday, April 07, 2005 → by Danieru

Boredom captured my very soul this day,
wept neatly my interior,
bloom meditative arrow heads
piercing solitude,
rupture space time latitude and longitude
make the moments - lest I be smote down by a passing lightning bolt;

Figure stood,
black sheet of night a clouding fold across my very profilic after taste
pegging wanton destructive urge to leap the sky,
paste red rose paint until body crumples,
spent of inner wakened states,
REM decrease,
there on the open field as the pulse of fate makes waste my haste
lends me a moonbeam,
plays my cards out face down, ace to spades no joke.

Nothing.

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michelle said...

beautiful poem. i love it.

12:51 PM    

Danieru said...

why thank you

i blush in requiem

4:17 PM    


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