Pricked East Wind
Scalpel ready to slice a sample
Beat the heavy carpet
Dust flying in floating capsules
Mapped down to particles
Scar tender not used but healing
Stealing a flash camera image from the paparazzi
Tender brown skin smooth with cream and wreaking of Sunday
Chamois leather sticking to the shining
Jagged rocks stretching up to greet
Welcome into leaping
The reason for unpaid debts
That in truth amount to nothing
Smothering a dream that is based on illusions
Like a cloud separating before downfall
Hero has wrinkled skin and sagging structure
No longer able to hold a measure of distance
Garbled breathing rattling in chaffed lips whisper
Drift into a slumber
Perfect for lovers
To cry in romantic vagaries
Pitiful and disgusting
As they leap as one
To the crashing green red waves
The chasm
Copyright PTL March 11th 2016
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