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Contributed by
one_in_six
on
Sunday, 7th March 2010 @ 10:23:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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As if I offered light,
the winged rain to my kitchen’s window,
like ashes long dropped out of the night
are bloodless beetles and moths,
and those burning onto a spider’s plate.
I lean over the stainless steel of a doubled sink,
my temptation measured in the settling glass,
while they stumble over each other, humming
I may unloose this petri dish,
while they click and rub and egg
I may…
while they kill themselves for a taste of…
I may…
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2010-03-07 10:23:04] (Date/Time posted on
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