Tuesday, 28 June 2011

bedpoem three:

as the trees taste the stains of their palette,
the white and yellow scream,
bringing the cradle and mattress.
it was
the animals and birds and insects filling 
the huge flowers with the abuse
                                    of a child


awful floral characters



the comforter is the cradle for reprieve;
comfort and warmth 
the white blanket made a canopy of silence
reside upon the bed itself.

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