aosora

United Arab Emirates

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don't swallow gold. i have two tablespoons of sorrow.

urban blues

January 16, 2021

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the virile madness of shut eyes      stark awake 
when the clock gongs four 
                    dawn barely navy blue
i eat a thick slice of black forest cake 
icing sliding down      a noiseless throat 
engorged stomach, dainty organ of limbs,
                    hymns,
prayer on fire, dante's gluttony.



 

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2 Comments
  • Zinnia123

    Wow. This is exquisite. You captured that delicate dawn hour that feels mildly defiled by every small actions perfectly.


    9 days ago
  • jun lei

    no i feel nothing but awe for your beautiful poetry. i adore how you've been experimenting with enjambment lately, and your formatting is lovely. the gap between shut eyes / stark awake was just brilliant, and the italics were effective--noiseless hymns is so? simple? yet conveys so much? and "prayer on fire, dante's gluttony" was stunning.


    9 days ago