Hail the High Horizons

Small wonders she says as I

Get my mind raped in midday what fors

A bit of thread between thought

I punish up the concrete with Jungian shoes

Spells of melancholy

Looking all the shame  

Looks same

Looking back

And in your loving charms I find Pragma-dialectical

A Bourgeois Prajnaparamita

You smile from perfumed closet

Your angle lash batons

Cylinders dying at your heels

L becomes a dark red word

Tears

Aquatic clawed alley cats

And we laugh why nots

 

Tall wonders she says

Drinking knees and southern baptismal

Percocetic white flies

Demons bake us slices of glee

I push away

Latin night drawn staggering

Tarantula blessings

Wrangling my head

Smiling in old clothes

Building wings of crows

My delicious clones

One leg toward heaven

The other in Bangladesh

Taste of tongue

Bitter black

The passing train throws a horrid breeze 

It buries my elusiveness

Shakes my mind a

Monet parasol

My soul into ripped jeans

Lazy denim god

Your mind spewing birds from Mars

I lean

The train remarks

Last petition

All a pale I wonder

Author's Note

wip..maybe

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

I freakin love it
How cliche be the mind of this peon in the existance of my oxy~moron self
But hey
I'm here Man
Talons on edges

[Perdition]

OW ow ow ow ow....loose the claws, Gain a grip. Thanks survivor!