prayer
the nameless purple flowers are tripping with delight, in the sun burning little habits, the beautiful ones, all slender and will they not listen to me, for I like to protect the endangered heart, it is beating in my hand, see the gristle of it, slipping like a fat fish, my darling chap all slithered and bloody, my darling heart you are the purple and the alive one, the ghosts are breezing ahead of time they all clap hands and make their petals shudder. let us pray, let us reveal the end is coming in a slow shudder of pollen and deep woodland darkness, let the leaf shadows cascade until you sleep.you sleep in a slithered cascade of tripping delight, the purple gristle of your heart is softened by ghosts, oh so soft they make a breeze of flowery hours, beating the flower of your heart, slender dreams all of them in a bloody darling kind of way, listen, the nameless slipping of time is deep and delightful, just know the shudder is breezing ahead of itself, like a petal flowing in the blood of sleep, or the sun becoming slender, praying, let us hand this pray of pollen.
posted by Cathy @ 10:41 AM
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