The grave is a purse full of porcelain bones mingling with earth.
The porcelain corridors of my bones are possessed by burning light.
The light tastes of wild multitudes risen from the grave.
burning; mingling; corridors; wild; grave; light; possession; pursed; porcelain; multitudinous; taste
words courtesy of Read Write Poem
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Monday, March 30, 2009
Porcelain Corridors
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poetry,
prose poem,
wordpower
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Richly erotic and paradoxically should not be more than the dust of graves!
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