Permafrost Poem by Mark Heathcote

Permafrost



Deadly forest I drink in your cyanide
Dragon wingtips they're fickle images
They only drown or burn within me
Such is the sun's orange glowing dredges.

Polystyrene in permafrost I'm so, fake
I can only wish I could turn to rust
Close my eyes with cabin fever and slake
Like a disease, just for a godly, chemist.

Monday, July 14, 2014
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