if we don't do something about the mess we are making of our environment there will no longer be a world to destroy
How far until the threshold is breached?
How far until the ash envelopes the azure
completely and the stars have an ozone eclipse?
Are the tendrils still curling the sun into a ball
and shrouding the stars?
The caustic transaction
The architrave parade
The burlesque embers defaming the horizon.
For what do you look into telescopes?
Reaching for the unknown will
unearth a variety of comets
Tell me there's a tenth when I'm 99
And have the tenacity to admit I'm wrong
Compromised ideology?
No chance
The world surviving?
Where'd you pull that from?
If chlorine's so potent why is 2ppm
Adequate for dams of depth?
Maybe that's why cement turns to stone
And dereliction lingers at the sepia hardened-mud
Everything that goes up must come down
Ice age with solute
Big bang with silence
Diaphanous clouds cremate the colour
Ethereal artifice engulfs the firmament
I thought nitrogen wasn't just part of
the function of bacteria.
Clarity of ether in the distance?
We all have eyes.
Like dissolves like, isn't that the rule of thumb?
Twitch of the nose to depungentize
Desensitize
Just pretend the throat's not there
Stand in the corner with your face
Stripped of colour
What we're too ignorant to realise won't annihilate
Unless there really is a lunar lunatic
Cielo sporco or smoky miasma
Burn the foundations,
Incriminate the evidence
Throw the whistle into the bonfire
The wind is too naïve not to blow
Mother Nature is too trusting not to capitulate
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Pulverised Protocol
How far until the threshold is breached?
How far until the ash envelopes the azure
completely and the stars have an ozone eclipse?
Are the tendrils still curling the sun into a ball
and shrouding the stars?
The caustic transaction
The architrave parade
The burlesque embers defaming the horizon.
For what do you look into telescopes?
Reaching for the unknown will
unearth a variety of comets
Tell me there's a tenth when I'm 99
And have the tenacity to admit I'm wrong
Compromised ideology?
No chance
The world surviving?
Where'd you pull that from?
If chlorine's so potent why is 2ppm
Adequate for dams of depth?
Maybe that's why cement turns to stone
And dereliction lingers at the sepia hardened-mud
Everything that goes up must come down
Ice age with solute
Big bang with silence
Diaphanous clouds cremate the colour
Ethereal artifice engulfs the firmament
I thought nitrogen wasn't just part of
the function of bacteria.
Clarity of ether in the distance?
We all have eyes.
Like dissolves like, isn't that the rule of thumb?
Twitch of the nose to depungentize
Desensitize
Just pretend the throat's not there
Stand in the corner with your face
Stripped of colour
What we're too ignorant to realise won't annihilate
Unless there really is a lunar lunatic
Cielo sporco or smoky miasma
Burn the foundations,
Incriminate the evidence
Throw the whistle into the bonfire
The wind is too naïve not to blow
Mother Nature is too trusting not to capitulate
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 596 times
Written on 2006-09-25 at 02:20
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