November 29, 2015

my bottle imp

Babylon handing the key to the abyss to the kings of the world

by Michael Hutter ©

my bottle imp 

impatiently implores me to be impulsive
says things like:

" like eternities, 
they tourniquet-tedly thrive 
they're deliberate, imperceptibly sharp 
they turn time into events 
they use tiny knives on your eyes... 
all you humans, pain yourselves 
to remember why bones fade 
back to rain and ghosts glow 
in all the places our noses know..." 


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