Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

August 12, 2010

Undyed hemp (i of iii lengths)

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 9:00 pm

This rope has a story. Lilac, black dog-tags warning of famine & black tape across her nipples, dances with a slung rope belt and black pants. Her boots shine black with Daedalus’ labour. She’s been flogged (not like big brother does it).

I want to pick you up and carry you somewhere. Downstairs he places her on the bar. Saying she’s wanted this for months is a lie; it was his boots she’d thought about licking, and did not imagine this.

She dreams of satellites taking off.

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