whispering, whimpering (poemoff 7)
this transcendant fire--
a flame moaning
through dark, mysterious pines
slippery,
moonlight striptease
and the coarse sand
under fingernails
extricated
and running down the drain.
This poem's title comes from "UNRAVELS LIKE A CLOUDLESS SKY" by Zack.
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