poetry
Holocasting/Fly
Flames flap in the wind as standards
marking spaces in which they with
little thought of tomorrows passing draw
slight succour from yesterday’s loss.
The sun sign silhouetted amidst black
shadows falling across the nightline
dances in the skylight crimson
dresses of evening dinner and wine.
Thundrous roars peak and molotov
cocktails speak freely of time
and light utterances so easily spoken now
in words that [...]
Blu19
This is an old Real audio radio programme I made. I’ve been thinking of doing some more work with sound and so dug this out and had a listen and I still find it interesting, so it has an audience of 1 at least ;-)
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