lundi 26 septembre 2011

Nightful Titleless

Mincepied dreams of yours
Confettied jammed mares
Of high insomnights
Likely like never to
As far as I'll cliff down
Your snowed thighs in whirlpools
When in a sudden burst
Rolls of salted oil
Slouch down along
Their dying sisters
Unfollow unme unnever
Freckled pebbles popping up
At your smooth and gentle graze
All these tiny sandy pins
Of harshness
Sounds of the beach
Melting hard out of the "Queer Rumble Harbour"
In a golden mean
Of this blued night
Sweet and strange
Keep soothing light
As an orange

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