Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

October 4, 2013


Filed under: Text — Lilac @ 10:00 am

Memory lives in the highway like record grooves. I don’t want to scratch the disc by playing it like this, repeatedly. Echoes of joy in every turn, rise, ivy, iceplant; left along the roads cast from cloves’ sparking flame and the impressions of each heart-beat. When raced to the city to unbutton my shirts, to knot hemp, to join a community.

Desire looks, by proxy, like nebulae and alternating pine ridges over lighted candles.

Outside the moon jets through clouds and light spills from a homely house. Sing quietly to the night. This is the familiar edge of the blade of time; it scratches the record.


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