Archive for April 3rd, 2011
And how does this flame do?
And how does this flame do? Tell how does it feel to
flicker and flutter away.
Is that how you burn you? What fuels are consumed due
to firing your engines all day?
Would you rather I pickled your arse into fossil?
Refound on the shore underfoot.
So salted and sugared you rise from the pebble
to freshen this phrase, so well put.
The petrified whisper, whilst pleasing the breeze,
still wonders what raised it for more.
For sure it’s right back here, recited with ease,
as bright as the daylight before.
Though nitrates neglected are as lost as bells rung
and voices won’t stay waiting here
still one heart transmuted, preserved for the tongue,
shall chime for new ears every year.
