Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Very striking and rich. I don't know
How the waves of light corrode the corpse.
I imagine the hearing of a couple,
If rumour holds like rum, this very square
Shoots each man of war-like proportions,
Inmate of oblivion, asking for more cash,
Inmate of selfish tasks and affairs.
These united men shallowly walk the water
After regards as the liquid helium has mixed
And amalgamated, fusion of recent activity.
Seconds decide sessions of radioactivity,
This is a bomb zone!