i wanted
to get away from
writing about
dreams - and mustard yellow
bricks
i
wanted - want
to get back--- to lines
to grey matters - to thought
bound
with
border; associated
meanings; channels of straight passage
the wants
tell much about human soul
lines appear as truthful, clean - contained
there in lies deceit (contagion color)
it pains
this tongue - torments
this inner eye - like a curved body, like a barbed wire
twisted tight around my mind - calm me
sooth my heart
with
slate - Do NOT EVER..make my
rose
red....
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2012
nice...back to the basics, the real, to what matters..think it changes over the time...the writing style, what we write about, what we think what matters...love me some black roses as long as i still can smell them..
ReplyDeletesmiles...i like the dance around reality here...the desire for it but also never making your rose red at the end...nice use of color through out as well...
ReplyDeleteUnusual style, not unpleasant, just different.
ReplyDeleteI am glad I dont live in a place with mustard yellow bricks, that image is unpleasant!
You tell it like it should be Bkm.....a style amazingly unique....i find it both fascinating and meaningful. :-)
ReplyDeleteOh how you spoke to me...so nice to find this. this was really wonderful.
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