Sunday, August 12, 2012

Courting Chaos

A cognac furnace
Simmering, warm and wet
A summer night
Wrapped in woolen knit

And courting chaos
Stunted myelin
Sputter and spark

A darkened blind
Carelessly brushed
A glimpse of warmth
For the vagabond

No craving for the hearth
The warmth glimpsed enough
With frost licking the skin
Warmer than fires of passion

Convince or convinced
Sell or already sold
like deception
The lie is the truth

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