Thursday, August 5, 2010

humming in the tones of black

on the darkest nights I bleed poetry
from the tourniquet mouths of deaf muses
d(r)owning colors
under the melting dusk of a lithium skyline

I wear of a needled heart
sorely stitched to bloody sleeve
crudely fashioned
under a disfigured grace
smoke red
& voiceless

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