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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