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Feb 28, 2013
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chasm
far beneath the belly of the beast
the jungle crawls
silver and polished with the hot sun
the whine of the turbine
and the wear on the carbine
heavy and incoming
Pall Malls
and deaths
pall riding shotgun
and the gleaming fire of
the sun burning its hot
visions through the green
visor
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Starlight
12 years 4 months ago
hello
paints images in my head, nice job.
weirdelf
12 years 4 months ago
Your craft only improves,
your imagery and emotional content are as potent as ever. However I think I perceive a move in your ideologies towards the conservative that bothers me considerably. This is not the Orgami I felt like a spiritual brother to. I hope I am wrong.
Frenchf
12 years 4 months ago
There is continuous motion here
Through your words