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Untitled
Contributed by
dmkj25
on
Saturday, 27th February 2010 @ 10:01:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The handsome fence that meanders
Along the side of the country road
Catches my eye
I desert the car, and I gaze
To admire the log construction,
The rails between the poles
Bring to mind a steam locomotive
A rugged ride that seizes my mind
Spurs my step,
I follow the roaming fence
Bountiful trees flicker their tentacles
Brushing the fence
Like a player and his guitar,
Sun rays land on her
Betraying her rifts and defects
The soothing air gently licks my skin
Gently combs my hair, gently drops anchor into my lungs
Catching my breath on the way up
I follow the roaming fence
I mash swarms of crisp bark
Make a thickened soup of toxic mushrooms
Rake the blanket flowers that
Look at me with their scads of eyes
They watch me carefully just as the
Afternoon weeps, for the night comes before long,
The road nearby warns me
Of the tangled trail that rips from the main stem;
I enter it
I follow the roaming fence
Suddenly a biting blast of air elbows my side and hisses threateningly
I run, run, run
Evolving, evolving into the fence’s shadow
But I collapse at the hands of vines
The eclipse of dusk concedes me a dastardly light
And I see. . .
Shedding gore, a bird is wheezing
His belly billows, His wings are impaired
His beak has abraded
The many flies that relish the bird whisk,
Like witches on broomsticks they fly away
Thus quickly everything dies,
All has died, I am dead, my soul has fled
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dmkj25
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2010-02-27 22:01:52] (Date/Time posted on
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