Friday, August 13, 2010

1037. FORECAST LIVING

FORECAST LIVING
Curls of smoke along the sanctified ridge,
a carnal infestation of desire, a piercing
fault straight to the heart - those were
the horse-bits my saddle was riding.
All around me, blue sky blasted
the world with heat. Infernal,
like waves of a fire,
astride a brutalized
world.

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