Poetry / Eclipse

Eclipse

Slip five to butch, nod Vanessa Mae signed,
turn see exotic queue of retro rejects,
with slap conversation clipped with whining.

Man who is wolf opens door, speaks foreign,
smelling sweet fog as music pours in,
watching arms flaying in neonic routine.

Sea of cliched leather, denim with PVC friend,
bottles filled with coloured piss drink,
negoiate journey through awkward mass.

Fake salutation for physical potential, eyes meet,
drinking Jack as ignored in same breath,
tune from forgotten youth calls.

Writhing mass with fragile intent, some naked,
darting head movements that snap in time,
with perception as I watch the faces in the web.

Monsters lurking in shadows, walk in circles,
lambs trot with feminine ease not caring,
setting my sights speaking as if hunting.

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February 06, 2008

Protagoras

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