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Wednesday, April 20, 2011

BUBBLED HAVEN

Black chamber, moving walls
Corrugated keyhole - an exit to vision.
Horizontal column of yellow light
With million crumpling golden dust
Selfish gatecrashers.
A kaleidoscope of crawling lumps
Of black ants and the ilk.

Here's a Peeping Tom suspended in
A saccule of thick elastic flesh,
Listening to the blubbery voices
Of the arachnids,
In echoes lulling in its own versions.

First memory of a jingled joker,
I narrate.

Your eyes wide and
Scared.
Two pale moons held
Laminated with,
Thin sheets of ice
Brimming cups of mock..

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