orgami's Diaryland Diary

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c u f f N o v e l l a

wrists like pallid peach
tender skinned
the white fuzz
against the setting sun

comb through the whirl
of hair and a fan spins
drawing air up the tube
through the peaked attic
and out into the night
air

swept away
brushed to the east
and the gas vent huffs
steam out

dip the paste in the shiny
dance of water
and brush

outside a storm is coming
outside the buses push through
the skein of preciptation
froth cast aside by the tyres
foaming like spittle on their
great blue and white flanks

while dreams wait
like boardwalk planks
bleached blonde
and honed with winds

11:15 p.m. - 2012-12-24

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