Image by © Chris Galford.
Darkness
Begets salvation.
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Closed eyes embrace
Wide-spaced longing,
Riveted in fire like
Old angels lacquered
With the doubt—
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The weight,
They will come to call it,
It lies heavy on the backs
That would toil clouds
To submission.
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Naked passions
Circumvent the sense of it,
Armani dreams, Gucci heart
Wing-tipped longing stands
Fleshy and forgotten.
–
Icarus saw this
Falling.
* My latest work for One Shoot Sunday. Based on the images I provided this week when I graffiti’d One Stop. Yes, that’s right – my travels around Lansing have yielded a great deal of graffiti photos, and this week we decided to plaster this little offering of rebel-art up for all you fellow poets to pour over. So have a look, see what catches your fancy, and enjoy!
The Waking Den 