Tuesday, 17 September 2013

The Walls

The walls flower
Then remain static
Drink turns things over
Blunting the thorns.

The walls bloom, thick
Thorny kaleidscopic
Acid gives everything a pulse
Foliage twists to a wet drench.

The walls are blank
Maroon bland or white-washed
Suffocating the rose
Garden grey.

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