one word creamery: heartbeat
poster child of
vivienne's seed:
the one you passed by,
the one before the orange flame,
the one whose terror
was ribbed in blindness:
that thunk
was plenty.
vivienne's seed:
the one you passed by,
the one before the orange flame,
the one whose terror
was ribbed in blindness:
that thunk
was plenty.
Labels: pyrite
posted by murat11 at 1:01 AM
7 Comments:
interesting poem. what thunk was plenty? rather chilling, don't you think?
Teresa: Best I can tell, the poem itself is the thunk. Or at least the wave of imagery that led to it.
So it wasn't something that went thunk in the night and put terror into the heart of vivienne's child?
this makes me cry...
Teresa: Viv's child is fearless: it's the passerby got thunked.
Dee: I need to get a more pleasant muse...
sometimes a good cry isn't bad. Maybe it wasn't your muse but my mood. You leave a lot open to interpretation. Fools gold indeed...
Dee: I know. It's just that I realized that some of my latest oneworders were on a bit of a slippery slope. Needing something more festive. Nudged that way, not entirely, today.
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