blasting the top

by e_dog

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-07-20 08:30:00

dark fir burning in the hole
a toothless story being spun below
each cage swings wide as the breath begins
windy wires flinging misery like an old woman’s lanp shade

this is the hour for strained necks
wisdom pouring through the sive
sweet sounds gesticulating towards tomorrow
alive until midnight waiting for the messager

yesterday you slept underneath leafy stars
today you feel the backs of warrior lizards preparing revenge