Open Poetry #45 |
Burial In the City |
young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
The night is in pursuit again, through these alleyways confined by buildings sagging like gallows in a nuclear wind. It moves quicker with steps so silent as to put a mute to shame. It's pulse becomes electric as it sways from side to side dodging delusional derelicts. The darkness swallows swollen shadows and hems my path to home. My pulse becomes electric. My lungs drink despair. The combination provides reason to move to the beat insisted by the hangman's secret. It's a violent dance. Two pulses meet, Two sparks fly. This beat becomes electric, bloated by two tangled together. The darkness and myself, sensual in all senses, becoming more so by the minute. The beat is pounding in my head though no one else seems to be moved. The night seems to insist on continuing this carnal spar. For the moment, I agree. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
The darkness swallows swollen shadows and hems my path to home. My pulse becomes electric. This was exciting right to the end, and brother do I know this well myself, when walking alone in this darn fog at night. |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
Thanks for reading. I truly appreciate it. |
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