Thursday, March 13, 2008

Night Dust

As I walk the glistening halls of night
my bones sing of calcification.
Fluid thrums from the caverns
beneath my teeth,

poker machines lolly-gagging tunes
play in the spaces my throat
tries to swallow.

This is a new kind of dark,
where one day melts into another
in a way you just can't be bothered with.


Blogger Chris Never said...

The second stanza is a real jolt in this piece, the first flows with your usual beautiful word selections, but the ending was unexpected, and I really liked that about it.

5:14 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

mmm, the ending is very flat I think. Although that's the mood being expressed, I'm not sure I like it much. It seems very abrupt to me

8:03 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

It is abrupt, but thats why I like it

2:01 PM  
Blogger Pris said...

Hi moon
Came to see what you were up to. I'll read moore soon and comment.

4:39 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Pris!
I was wondering how and where you were.
Haven't seen or heard from you for a while.

3:33 PM  

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