Funnel Forms

By lupus tenebrae

 



It’s true,
the shortest grains
live mainly by the drain

In deathly, conical tangos
in need of a muzak serenade
and gypsies wearing their best iron ore

with telling aluminum grins,

saying come hither, sleep.
Their charms win out
again,



and yes,
funnel forms of
hourglasses, leaking

dunes upon mountains or molehills,
cannot, will not stay the dreamscape, for long.
Ether, waiting in the eaves, trained in sorts

of ESP, leaving bloodhounds

to snarl their envy away
as ill wasted
senses. 

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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Published on Tuesday, June 12, 2012.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I had a burst of inspiration, with no clear control over what became of it. It's a spin on a form I've done already.
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  • ColorMeToxic On Wednesday, June 13, 2012, ColorMeToxic (240)By person wrote:

    I love the idea of the hourglass and gypsies. Beautifully written piece. Scholar

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