frail
Posted to Poetry
by Tim Cunningham on 2002-02-20 02:57:00
Hypnosis
blue moulds itself to yellow
and controls my sight
without strenuous compassion
Senses drip from
these filtering pores
numbness takes place
and adores colours
spinning on their edge
It snatches reality
to feed beautiful hunger
making pretty even better
On my knees, like all the rest
orange is the new conqueror,
prayers are whispered
mystery remains blessed
