let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Reading: some shitty Internet news.
Listening to: bread seller, rooster, the wind, the wind.
Last watched: Scorpion.
Mood: abandoned.
2014 October xx, 6:42 AM.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

It Began with Blood


that spilt filthy whiteness
freezing into herbal froth
I saw green becoming a sin
germinal as bice, to where
we met: at the center
of the Universe, pressed
onto molten abstractness
You were prematurely
magmatic; your reservoir
a pool of knowledge —
a shield resisting artifice
My mosquito and I, we
were made of contrivance
Our aphotic entreaty
hacking code-generated
monogamy; our wiles
splintered in calligraphy
We defiled senses —
one of which was yours
Soon, you were dying,
cursory with sunlight
The facile quantity in
you reeking californite
It ended with sweetness
in my mouth, rottener
than the mistiest dark





Tuesday, April 24, 2012, 2:23 – 3:21 AM
Poetry prompt day 23: morning.
Mosquito by Amirali

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