Sunday, March 7, 2010

outside the window VIII

the crowd clamours for truth
she kicks off her yellow spikes
her bow tie hangs red undone 
she 
stands
walks
leans
outside the window
where suns moons planets hurl across the sky clocks strike three five seven messages cut on leaves fall boil to sludge soil quivers cloud banks crash rainbows turn to blood doors bang glass cracks sewn lips tear eyes slam shut ears lock down psychosis breaks out obsessive love tags behind rashes run pus creeps fires burn cold a world spins bottle broken no end to it
she 
draws 
the blind

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