Empire Sun and the Supersonic Dream Horse

by Cam M   Jan 30, 2009


Flesh relfected on a glittering mirage
Stops to breathe of the new day
Moistened lips grip plastic rims
Chewing reflected in the art

Days of justice, spawned unclean
Carets clutter the window, in the failing dusk
ransom postponed, as the funds dry up
ergs twitter nervously, 'tween chattering teeth

Feeding time brokered, exchanges made
lost is the rhythm of peace, this day
heightened aspiraton, to cure the world
plasma seeps through the transporters of man.

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