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The banshees breath of breaking souls
against tongueless licks of bitter wind
The spooned sweet acerbic stomach turns
on long thick monologues of syruped words
O This thirst, this taste of steeped hell and rage
neatly swallowed like honey swaddled pill
Vision becomes steam and sound a mug
between here and when and there and then
Un-drank these ticks and tocks swim in curses
while the ghost of what I was wails for tea
against tongueless licks of bitter wind
The spooned sweet acerbic stomach turns
on long thick monologues of syruped words
O This thirst, this taste of steeped hell and rage
neatly swallowed like honey swaddled pill
Vision becomes steam and sound a mug
between here and when and there and then
Un-drank these ticks and tocks swim in curses
while the ghost of what I was wails for tea
- stephan
by Anstey on Apr. 12 2007