Late summer spiders
Span sedate this Sunday dream
Catch the feted flies
Of muted minutes in-between
Tuck them in goodnight
In beds of gardens green
And hollow out
The future’s opaque screen
Late summer spiders
Across the garden green
Skittle skate Sunday late
The future’s hollow scream
Span sedate this Sunday dream
Catch the feted flies
Of muted minutes in-between
Tuck them in goodnight
In beds of gardens green
And hollow out
The future’s opaque screen
Late summer spiders
Across the garden green
Skittle skate Sunday late
The future’s hollow scream
5 comments:
frightening
The picture brings Beksiński to mind.
Tom: aww cute spiders scary?
P.Bear: you're right! Love his stuff.
welcome back; an appropriately rhythmic and noir return.
Harlequin: here's to that funky noir rhythm, a dance we all know :)
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