First Anti-Same and a Protest (Domestic China)
Posted to Poetry
by rain70 on 2003-03-04 06:42:00
The gates resume positions of ore.
Through the sight an obligation is staid.
Drawers to hide in. Things in. Doors in, doors to
A hellish dump, best the hidden
Box in plain sight, true devils
Of warzone make doilies. Abide. Keep
Sachets of assasins and bake cordite into
Memory. Spectacular sparks slowly then slowly
They're gone. To no longer dread poison is
Freetime. Said garden to tea room: Look
Out to me, look and draw boundries.
Protect us from reasons of wonder.
Pronounce one considered luxurious to
Axis. Spellbound inside a blasted solid
As its' rippled. Silence will dance upon the
Law of home. I would like to be young
Not envious. Unmarried, not dead. Married and
Naked on the cross of home and I survive.
