Tuesday, September 26, 2006

cold truth

when the curtains were torn
to peel back the gloom
angry spites of white dust
tore stripes round the room

we saw all our sore eyes
blink lemon juice tears
and smiles became vices
clamped to our ears

spat wet from the mouth
that kept us well fed
slipped naked in shock
as bells shook our heads

we shivered with joy
when the spots hit our grins
and truth stood before us
hard icy and thin

lights whiten our souls
our eyes burning holes
feet slide on bright glass
to be free, joy at last


Blogger badarivasa said...

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11/10/06 2:47 am  

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