Poetry, Art & Lint

Maljam's Poetry Blog

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Strangely misty against the mist

So brilliant beyond the spirits
I shove glittering tongues against the trees
Alass! The inspiration is born
So tiny in the towers
We bend lustful claws beside the bullshit
Bizarre! The evil was good
Strangely misty against the mist
I prod misty signs among the grave
Be transparent. The vision gets weird
shadowed awake
across the water
so many roads to choose from
Where in the end
your brother
ask his way
trying to remember