one hundred and ten degrees: ‘in my dreams…’
We Will Shine Like Gold ~ The Beautiful Girls Tiny creature, curled. Old leaves, cocoon. Peaceful, slumber. Miniature blood drum, beating. A rhythm, universal. Held divine, beyond. Limits of flesh. … Continue reading
one hundred and nine degrees: ‘by the look in your eyes…’
This Magic Moment ~ Lou Reed Slow coming, back. To life. Eyes, clear. Become, bright. Blood drum, thrumming. Pure, and strong. Finally, free. I feel, you. Air, electric. Your arms, … Continue reading
one hundred and eight degrees: ‘when it all went wrong…’
Love Love Love ~ The Mountain Goats solid pain, like an asp. forked tongue, licks. down my back, and curls. in my stomach, to sleep. a reptilian, nightmare. nausea rolls, … Continue reading
one hundred and seven degrees: ‘your teeth dug in my shoulder…’
Small Hands ~ Keaton Henson What’s there, to miss? I remember, this: “ You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye ” … Continue reading
one hundred and six degrees: ‘before the fears…’
If This Is It ~ Newton Faulkner Leaves slick, with rain. Dew, of sadness. I have no, idea how. To feel. About, the broken. Egg, spilled. Like milk. Once we, … Continue reading
one hundred and five degrees: ‘your vision forming…’
Moonlight Shadow ~ Mike Oldfield Nothing left, but a trick. Light, lost. Phantom twitch, amputated limb. Beats a bloody, tattoo. Echoes, of the broken. Drum. Night’s arms, yearning. To embrace, … Continue reading
one hundred and four degrees: ‘days just blow away…’
If I Get Old ~ Elliot Brood Slow tick, life’s clock. Wrinkles. Minutes slip, past. The hour, glass. Half, full? Or empty. Perspective, depends purely. On ageless, angles. * I’m … Continue reading
one hundred and three degrees: ‘a fleeting chance to see…’
The Trapeze Swinger ~ Iron And Wine Boxes full, of feathers. Ladder made, of books. Labyrinthine, pages. Reaching, for sky. Hitch, to ride. The lightning. Symmetry stain, two hearts. Twin, … Continue reading
one hundred and two degrees: ‘bless the rains…’
Africa ~ Toto Clouds swirl, like swallows. Take to wing, and fly. Building strange, castles. Colours bleed, to diesel. Rainbowed, black. And the skies, cry. Their litany, of love. To … Continue reading
one hundred and one degrees: ‘storm clouds gathered above…
The Origin Of Love (from Hedwig and The Angry Inch) ~ John Cameron Mitchell Heavy sky: wild winds, brooding clouds. Rain thunders, liquid blessing. Leaves me, humbled. Immense strength, of … Continue reading
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