Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Lost horizon..

Sight of streaks in multitudes..
Written on a mellowed twister..
In the gleaming sand grains..
Stirred under the lightning..
Crushed soft greens stemming..
From the seething folds..
Of clouded moss and filth..
Agape in desolate starkness..
Nudging jutted shards..
Of profanity..

1 comment:

Boo Boo said...

but..you don't speak that way at all!..i mean..why??...isn't this a sorta hypocrisy?.. poetry = a lost horizon of jargons!