Thursday, February 18, 2010

"The Glamour of Poisonous Things"

Nocturnal altars she inaugurates
when I will wear a garment all of blood

Autumn i had almost stopped believing in
the tentacled parade
of silvery paper cuts
the cohorts lost to reason
and the day
so powerfully new
fall i thought would never come to pass
choral voices raised in the crosstown traffic

"...the promise of something, anything, that could change the current political state of affairs."

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