a transcript translatedA Poem by Alprisblades that cut ghostly slits in the horizon's piss, a shovel with cherry and chocolate icing, a torn rag and a tape recorder. bullied clothes forced to leave trembling, quivering toy with tears a set of wailing stairs and telltale hinges that groan the child's pulse a harsh hand, or four, with a promising wake. ever-dry teeth burnt against the scarf's rage 'few threats here and there, babyblue cotton blushing its fear a peppered sprinkle of excuses to leave the flare of the unkind. lemon doused laughs on ever-whinging body of cat's cream hazelnut threads banished from scalp, arms, legs and irked labia curtains the fine dining on crunchy Cabernet cloth of silk and melted marble. it was only our wet with blood dream and reality shut up, she says to the wild olive in question, or ill forget myself and hit you one. now, though; that olive's mouth is already occupied. the sun wipes its last drop of saliva away on the night's dandruffed navy quilt. © 2012 AlprisFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on August 13, 2012 Last Updated on September 14, 2012 AuthorAlprisAuckland, New ZealandAboutHere is a reference to my artistry - a painting of myself and Myra Hindley: At the point of acquaintance , I generally go by Alpris; a name given to me by someone I don't know, let alone the in.. more..Writing
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