Rings of Smoke

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melancholy

Posted on | November 30, 2008 | Comments Off

extreme melancholy is taking over,

dull,brown dreams

saturating open eyes

dialated pupils,scared of…

something….

dull,unshining brown

mounds of chocolates,

melting,fusing,sogging in the heat,

disgusting,sickly sweet chocolate,

morphing and blending into coffee,and

exuding brown smoke,

which crystallizes,into…

dried brown blood…

the stink!the stink!!

ergot poisoned elixir of life,

convulsive love,gushing

forth in bursts and spurts

mingled with hatred,dull

throbbing brown,

there is heartache somewhere,

waiting to find me,

in all this brownness,

waiting to create,

gridlines of unbearibility,

tension created out of slack,

i want to break something,

maybe dreams,maybe hearts…

maybe myself…

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