When it falls hard around the windows levelled with my head,
I turn away
More often than not, I fetch this back -- my shirt -- because for once, the air hangs chilled
Thick, and braided still
From one night's wonderkill --
And wondered still
The thunder, here, and I'll secret you hail
For I've been in this house for weeks
And wondered still
When it falls hard around your chamber, door, and artery,
It shouldn't be unheard of for you to encumber me
To spring on the back and rend the threads
In two and three and seventeen
I've been inside this house for weeks
There's karma in the boards














Comments
I particularly dig the ending lines.
I don't know... It's got... A vibe. Which I dig.
Uh... I should say something more intelligent, but there you go.
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We didn't give it a mouth so it cannot complain.
Thanks so much! I'm happy you dig my vibes.
Next time I'll try and critique more eloquently. I promise.
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We didn't give it a mouth so it cannot complain.
Actually my favourite word for AGES has been phantasmagoria.
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We didn't give it a mouth so it cannot complain.
I say "indelibly" a lot lately. It's an excellent adverb.
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We didn't give it a mouth so it cannot complain.
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