Daydreams lie like languid milk
shimmering under smooth diamond symphonies
of cool watery ache
as hopes like moon-shaped rose petals
live elaborately in blue vision seas.
Power yearns for vivid control over
boiling masses of love starved minions
skating on vague black skies
where failure lurks like charred hulks
of shattered glass.
2 comments:
wow. that's really good. i found your blog cause i read volkers blog looks like there's some good stuff out there.
Not bad; I don't know that milk can be 'languid', however
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