23 June, 2009

Spinning
like a cat with its tail
A somersault of silver
Fingers flicking
the dusty breath of yesterday

Shy winking on the streets
Singing sonorous strands

Snuggling in between drops of denim
Sprawled on paper blankets
Smacked by gravel

Nibbled by moss
Stumbling into mud
Sinking into sand
Staring, naked in the sunlight

Fairies flung into fountains
Cold circles clutched in a palm
Snowflakes of shale
Silenced
by snatching hands and snapping wrists


Can you see it being pulled out from your ear?
The pack it plays with the performer
A glint of giggles and gasps
- small keys to curiousity
smiling against warm velvet

and white feathers

A click
Their champagne bodies rushing out
waiting to be welcomed

by an avalanche of smiles

Once timeless desires,
now resting on a bed of cigarettes,
Cheating death on drains.
Taking a chance on its own life.

2 comments:

your favourite sinner. said...

Once timeless desires,
now resting on a bed of cigarettes,
Cheating death on drains.
Taking a chance on its own life.

Min, I absolutely fucking love that bit, and I adore the entire thing.
I swear your talent is insaanneee.
xx

Joanna said...

i know right. I want your talent.
I LOVE THE BREATH OF YESTERDAY. I love that line so much!