My Ribs Melting Under The Glowing Weight Of A Swollen Blue Flame!
Yet for tonight I wish I was in the candles wax,
my ribs melting under the glowing weight of a swollen blue flame.
nestling into a warm plash! While sending my perfumed thoughts
my smokey dreams to play around in my desolate screams
in my dumb glum bleak creaking prison,
to escape loudly into the chill streets of night like late started bloc parties
to escape by way of splintered stone walls and innocent iron bars!
The whimsy cadences of the sparkling speckling snow translated
via my sharp piano key fingers,
to chase the blue blue blues away.
Only in the red red ready day would I harden again and put my body together.
poem by Jerome Moore
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