SCRABBLE THE MUDDY COBBLES

The CLOUD CHAMBER

1 ARTHUR BLEWITT
Wind and Cloud and Ice
And Man who is the Fire
Claim the mountain top


Cock’s pride chortles forth
Dawning on humble mice
Cobwebs encompass windows
In gray doors peeling red
Unopened

Morning ragtime worm
Cut cut orchard
Hot thick apples
Leaning trees
Amber apples
Savage love bites
Pollen weary bees

My head clock really buzzed
Wanting that gin whack
Suddenly sucking back
Lonesome blood
I asked love
To end me

Dark shore beckoning
Across brandy dreams
Desire whispers
In craters of anguish
Lanterns flicker
In abandoned white ships

Midnight deeds aroused the cherubs
Burdens churned unspoken sleep
My echoes forgot
Daytime devils dream my soul

Old bones restrain
False needs of love
Lords of vanity beckon
Deeds into stone
Ignorance proud within
Bonds old bones

Speech crashes my throat
Sober acid words
Guide my love up
Out the hot…

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