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asleep,
I am asleep in internal darkness
the hallow bay of a lone dog
call’s down empty streets.
deserted, dusty, swaying streets
mouths agape.
breathe in, breathe out
raspy shuttering winds
My thirst,
hungrily parched sandpaper
fingernail’s scraping the grave
the need for nourishment overwhelming
high on sensations
rainbow flavored revelations
I choke
asleep,
peace consumes the soul.
Comments (2 Comments)
- ProfessorKC - 08/26/2009
- Sounds like a vampire poem ... <sigh> but not without some merits the images are strong if a bit disjointed and some don't relate to anything being described in the poem which is definitely fixable.
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- srsishere - 07/02/2009
- It sounds like someone in a coma or something...
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