orgami's Diaryland Diary

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monstrosities arm chair

train down on the CPR line blows
its horn at the many crossings
leading towards the lake
the little roadway that ends
down at the beach
the climb down from the escarpment

its snowing heavily
Lori is asleep
the snow falls steady
and slow
building up all the receeding
ice with layers of white

DOORS music plays
they satisfy
my Carnivore Heart

Treat meat
for junkyard dogs
and one eyed
women
bright with
colour from
the streets
of midnight

give us reward
give us glorious
regalia
for we devour
the darkness
with our light
and spread the
sweat of dust
like baking
offerings
on funeary pyres

come touch the
drinking hearts
with clotted
fingers

come taste the
silver of the rain
cloak us in
our pain

O

8:10 p.m. - 2008-03-18

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