-- "Things keep getting harder for me". - John Ashleigh 12 September '05 - 15th birthday.
Würde.
Propound vocals pulsated through the windows,Radiators tuned to burn that of the layer so translucent.
Shivers of liquid-solid shining past the eyes, target:
The boundaries opposite, painted red and white rings.
Screams frothed up; swish cuts corroded smiles,
Simple meanings lacerated ahead of the flickering...
Junk appeared rusty and coated in a water-spill of blood.
The plug became damp, delegated false fumes.
Tension framed in the shoulders, knuckles and knees,
Kicking vehement peer-pressure – Foliating endings until:
It creeps back on black toes, scabbed deeply by the shattered.
Newton's pressure exceeding limits greatly leaned.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-10-20 at 08:27
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