Tuesday, 28 April 2015

The Last Flight Before Tomorrow





















Lightning and mermaids,
fright trashing the worms
into thick cosmic soup,
the porcelain smile
brings the fertility
to a mad chaotic overview.

Deep silence is raging inside
the burnt-out lines,
the fragile nakedness settles down
just near the lights
of the empty bottle,
the grease of the meadow
screams holy in the night.

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