Saturday, August 04, 2007

Silent Lightning

Lead is all I have
lead is what we needeed
round soft steel
we could impress our teeth in and never draw blood
sunken line

drug to the bottom
waiting for the strike
the jagged flashes before our eyes
clashing with a turned up saw of pine
eyes bend with thudded tugs
weeds croaking humming tunes
whiskers, scales and piercing spines
blue reflected by a burst of unseen light
giving meaning to the word deadlights.

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