black storms rage in his eyes
fierce, frightening dust devils
making silent apocalyptic statements
while searching for identity
recording the sound of color
black, white, red, green, blue
experiencing a drift of thought
as if floating in a dream
menaced suddenly by vowels
distorted, disconnected in delirium
he perceives a frequency in the air
like disturbed hidden speech
or a dream that cannot find
its alternative
and whose function it is
to study drug wasted features
of a skeletal torso
or to recall the unrelieved
immobility of time and place
to write the color of sound
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
black storms rage in his eyes
fierce, frightening dust devils
making silent apocalyptic statements
while searching for identity
recording the sound of color
black, white, red, green, blue
experiencing a drift of thought
as if floating in a dream
menaced suddenly by vowels
distorted, disconnected in delirium
he perceives a frequency in the air
like disturbed hidden speech
or a dream that cannot find
its alternative
and whose function it is
to study drug wasted features
of a skeletal torso
or to recall the unrelieved
immobility of time and place
to write the color of sound
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