Wednesday, May 16, 2007

deserter

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:

Tom said...

love yr use of the white wastes here x

Meg said...

wow. this is fucking awesome. the language and lay out is so fresh and original