let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Reading: Dylan Thomas Selected Poems (illegal stolen copy sue me).
Listening to: Night's quietude.
Mood: fallible.
2014 September 18, 9:40 PM.

Monday, February 25, 2013

The Verge

They speak
of love
and things I know not

I am a rewinder of Hate:

It is Hate I dream
to Hate I wake
in a room so perfumed
cyan as the ocean
on the verge of tears

Crystal Sun embalms
weather simplifies
My weight's a burden
in synonyms of Pain

Oppress me, Day —
and Night!
Slit feathery throats
of little birds that sing
cut off their wings

I, too
may crumble
and corrode
in lengthy aphasia
purging myself
of every composition

Still sensory lights
where rejoicers embark
their codified glamor
my limbless clamor

Oh, I
the King of Absurdity

All the world my frown
You, my believers
you bear no right
to make one wrong

Monday, February 25, 2013, 2:58 PM –
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