on revenge and bridge-burning (tim blackwell)
i set fire
to the phone book
i wanted to see
your name in lights
no-one worth talking to anyhow
nights.
- "nights," Tim Blackwell
to the phone book
i wanted to see
your name in lights
no-one worth talking to anyhow
nights.
- "nights," Tim Blackwell
Labels: poetry
posted by M. at 2:44 AM
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What makes the mountain shiny?
the sea mute?
Who tore the silk from the silk road
to dress your parachute?
Who scrimshawed the hilt of your cutlass?
Who stiffened your velouté?
Who served you the moon in six segments, trapped on a silver tray?
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