blue sky
blue bottle
neisha's grandad's blue arsed fly.
splat.
and through a messy mesh of sunshine,
red blood
red wine.
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6 comments:
I like this one too!
Thank you, for the encouraging words... :)
I liked all the 7 lines!!
ass... when will i ever understand what you say???
Dont get me wrong- i enjoy it!
I guess you need less editing!
just a succession of images, really. looking out a window. until the "splat" transits the blue into red. for the record, i think this is a rather hopeful poem. pretty, even.
when the hell are you going to post your next piece?
Colours are your best drama huh? Easy reading and not so easy thinking. In the end it's brilliant in its feel and concept! Argh! im making no sense eh?
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