Distant It's heard
The nomads
guitar hum its trembled
arias
Its whispered strum violates
ephemerally
ragged
plasticine walls
It penetrates
stale pine
Punctured by
rust-haggard
nails
It travels
through pebbled hearts and
Nestles
in hidden cracks
Coercing
suffocated crumbs
of life
into the night.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 4:48 PM UTC
Covers
deliquesce
-rendered to liquid by
Suns setting rays
Wicked fevered winds
desiccate
smoldered and molten
Remains
Enticed by timid
denudation
sinless famished hands
Claw and wrench
in brine
and moonlight
they bathe
they flicker
beneath
the Indian summer night.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC