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Post by Laura on May 3, 2006 19:16:44 GMT -6
the devil's dancing
watching wires twist and turn around the ankled hooves of he who blankets blood and shelters sparks around a lighted lamp flaming a fire caught in a cloud to send a shout to a ghostly god
the devil's dining
smashing steel fondling fangs between breath and terrible tongues ready to rage and rip the road stealing songs and grinding grubs dig in deep in a pool of plastic dead deeds and rich roses spoiled by satan's seedless breath and -
the devil's dying.
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grifter
A Devoted Distraction
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Post by grifter on May 3, 2006 19:39:15 GMT -6
and glitter fell in hell,
sorry i just got back from dinner, and this line was running through my head, on the whole drive back, then i read your poem (which i much enjoyed), and it was a moment of synchronicity for me, made me smile big, big,
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on May 4, 2006 14:46:39 GMT -6
Alliteration! I love this!
"caught in a cloud"
I like that idea of being caught in a cloud.
"ready to rage and rip the road stealing songs and grinding grubs"
And there's something about that part that I like. I can't explain it.
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Post by Only Me on Jun 24, 2006 0:15:24 GMT -6
I really like how you matched to words... the noun started with the same letter as the verb... I love it.
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