

Absinthe is RainingAbsinthe is raining, burnishing skinAbsinthe is Raining
Papered tongues in melon pulp hold summer's gaze, Yet winter's thrill is new delight
As you breeze across my extremities and bite my nose tip Your hands holding glass bubbles, in opal finish
Representing sea and sky of your creations These to mystify dilated eyes in inebriated darkness So as to trip on understated rocks scattered by the doorway
When I came to visit, right across the threshold Breaking upon the ground
Burgundy hair is yours to hold, wine spilled onto ground Remove from wooden enclosure Silken and warm to lay
Calarenice
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...Now there's a frood who knows where her towel is...
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"On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero."
Phil
surrealist poetry is becoming very strong on DA.
please view my gallery and see what you think?
comments would be very much appreciated
Phil
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"On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero."
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