tied to the back
-------------- of an old woollen horse
into a land
made of white sand
like snow
rides a cornucopia of flowers
------------orange cherry
-------------------------------- red jet black
--bristling in
the early dawn weather,
in a sack of aged- brown- leather.
exploding vision,
breaking--up
eye--- sight,
petals
-----------massacring
--- the senses.
the horse is blind----a deserter,
------------------------------------the morning is eyeless
walking to the edge
------------------------where memory
-----------------------reigns useless.
this desert's got no second life to complain about.
vermillion's
-------- gone.
inhale this comedy
of an all white
---------------------waste ground,
a sightless horse
drowning
---------spilling in,
terrifying
colour.
2 comments:
love yr use of the white wastes here x
wow. this is fucking awesome. the language and lay out is so fresh and original
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