Lozi
08-16-2005, 06:15 PM
Ten thousand fixations
of one foul-minded kindred.
A burnt child on a pile of dinner,
with twenty surrounding figures
dictated in smoke.
It fills, it fills,
my nostrils creep and wince
at the poignant poison
of human refuse in a pit
of devils decay.
Dexterity cries to die today,
as I kiss goodnight
the bitter ends in solitary
fagging solitude-piles.
of one foul-minded kindred.
A burnt child on a pile of dinner,
with twenty surrounding figures
dictated in smoke.
It fills, it fills,
my nostrils creep and wince
at the poignant poison
of human refuse in a pit
of devils decay.
Dexterity cries to die today,
as I kiss goodnight
the bitter ends in solitary
fagging solitude-piles.