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portent suffer
patterns diviner
a swan neck wrist
extends
exposing downed
flank flesh
raised arm trailing
surf clouds
clouds of burgundy
parted by the
bourgeois amusement
peach and cream teeth
tilled

the sun laps shores of
resin
dusk and amber

a scar trodden down
one arm
and dipped into the
wind kept whirl
while an emotion of
traffic seethes past
a flourish of green
the rotting chain link
a vertebrae posture

averted apostrophes

burgundy cessation
like a roaming halo
a loner angel

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

weirdelf

11 years ago

Oh man. I tried to give you a reading of this

Maybe it's late and I can't quite wrap my words around you tongue twisting . Read it out loud or Ill
try again myself. Will do my best your word's are music I keep lo the poem!

Esker

11 years ago

the kid input to this in the few years was Rap music.

Lori old school from nineties and eminem
closest i can relate too was from Blondie
Autoamerica album...speaking the lyrics
that fast is like an auctioneer....real hip
speak from the late forties mid fifties
fast lexicon...like knowing the nato alphabet
or a different language....

putting down words that flow and have an
associative word mind eye vision is hard
Doors music was similar..
loved that stuff and most modern music..

i still cant spell rime but i try..

working on paintings..
no time for further work for awhile here..
thank you