One more.
long before the bay's wild water
twinkled in the long hot wind
rolling thin salt up the hill.
Cocained for days I suddenly fell
into numerous conscious descents.
Down unwired warm scrutiny
into a much softer light.
Rough edges tend to blend
with the common view,
with each transparent distilled drop
on its speedy passage.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-05-27 at 01:27
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Morning at the favela
Vodka breakfast saw the sunlong before the bay's wild water
twinkled in the long hot wind
rolling thin salt up the hill.
Cocained for days I suddenly fell
into numerous conscious descents.
Down unwired warm scrutiny
into a much softer light.
Rough edges tend to blend
with the common view,
with each transparent distilled drop
on its speedy passage.
Poetry by Bob
Read 464 times
Written on 2009-05-27 at 01:27
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