Thursday, 29 September 2016

Blizzard



Indignant as a bee stamp
Colossal as a rocket 
I don't know whether it's beautiful
The exquisite hint of your lip 
This barrel of fun in my pocket 

Flagrant as a dove tail 
Fossil caught in Amber 
I don't know if love is true
The sacrifice, the eye of a camel 
Get rid of the self, have a banana

You would traverse it
On your quest
Capture it
Like a snowstorm
And throw it back 
To the lady in the lake 
With her flowing seasons
And her rusty scabbard 
With her molten gaze
And her winces

Conceptual as a tree fight 
Docile as a lizard
I don't know how i look to you 
Hair on fire, 
lion's rage 
Frozen like a Martian wizard 
What's true is doubt 
Whispers in the blizzard.






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