Train Number One
Contributed by
stufrey
on
Tuesday, 23rd June 2009 @ 03:51:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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(Escape from the past)
The speed of death, Rain jolly in its backwardness, Skulls reeling with indecision, Lest diamonds are wreathes, And summer a trap of gallstones. Matter dispersed and aching, Crest-fallen keeper relieved of wealth, Time that clock, rub'd and alcohol'd, Settled on mires and rot-breath. Spinning bolts, signed-off dignitary, Luck vein, pocket of Christ, Stonemason kissing ageless blarney, Tongues waggled, prime source of cold, Blinking, crammed in a box like camels paraded with cloth and wares. Beauty nubile and nascent, Reborn cupboard, boarded up that hole, Criminal self, writhe in debt, As I sing you home. Train number one.
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stufrey
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2009-06-23 03:51:31] (Date/Time posted on
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