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Halos in Darkness

Posted on | November 18, 2008 | No Comments

whimsical wickedness
halos in darkness
tonight, the leaden clouds sit and wait
temperatures drop, the house shivering
lingering thoughts, feathery touches
in this black hole of desperation
when, and how
arising from brash whispers and awkward stares
is it about me?
paranoid.
searching for extraterrestrials on the sun
fiery creatures with fangs as long as stalagmites
ripping, tearing, searing the wounds
blood bubbles rain from the sky.

here it is now sitting in the cold
with dreams as my friends
and blankets of odd thoughts
in my garden in the moonless sky
filled with
whimsical wickedness
and halos in darkness.

Category: poetry corner

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