Open Poetry #11 |
Siamese |
carolinehill Junior Member
since 2000-12-21
Posts 14 |
siamese the trampoline grass, slipping, oil through drains, into unconciousness. the world falling flat, feather to the warm waters of sleep. all for me. i was placing my hand into your head when you collapsed into my lap. you a face blunted and dull of drink, sticky liquor on your lips. no more conversation for us two, scouts in the night, indian braves! teepee migration in summer time of humid heat and fever and fits of derision and delusion. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
feather to the warm waters of sleep...not so sure I understand this one, but love this phrase *s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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carolinehill Junior Member
since 2000-12-21
Posts 14 |
thankyou, it's just, i dunno, sleep is like swimming in a warm sea. |
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