9 May 2012

Snow Blind

sun-god

Name my poison

Fix me a large one

Snow white crystals

From Bolivian heights

The mystic powder

Of the Inca gods

Sends me flying

Down dawns

Great highway

Along the road

That leads to ruin

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4 comments:

  1. The beauty of your poetry is deep, dark and glamorous, luring the reader into realization through extravagantly appealing associations.

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  2. ...... I'm on a highway to hell ......

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