here i am
in some lost
where i'll be looking for you later
in the frost
of your cyan
that was equator
fabulously been
with a dram and cloves of evergreen
aromatic branches
roaming through your thoughts ranches-
not to turn the pigments and phonetics
of it back
or absorb blank ammunitions hits
defending your attack
of made up words
from stunning me like wading birds
stuck in your muddy vellum
of cerubellum-
no not for that
but just to mean
the wound is clean
of abstract probabilities
adorning geometric cities
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 13th August, 2010. All Rights Reserved.
This one is different..I can't quite get the feel of it. xx
ReplyDeleteThankye Paula. I made "lost" a real place in the physical world instead of just a feeling to face its negative and know yourself so you come back more positive to face those "abstract probabilities" that remind you of it when you are out in the big city...the smells and sounds and old familiar places.xx
ReplyDeleteThanks for the explanation Marcus..I seem to be out of tune with the world this week..even my own name doesn't make any sense. xx
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