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When Icarus fell from the sky
His body was laid down in a bed
Filled with lovers.
Who’s aching bodies burdened the air
With dull closeness

 

 His charred wings stained the sheets
With a brutality, shameless and revelling.
They were dirty blackened stubs
That in his despair
He beat, up and down, up and down
Making a thump thump thump against the bed head.

 

 His course had taken him up and up and up
To a point surpassing reason and sensibility
Past the incessant shouting of his conscience
Past the thump thump thump of the rush in his veins
Past the world and all its pettiness
And all its demeaning necessities
And all its empty defeats
And all its little quibbling sorrows

 

 But then too high
And a spinning trajectory

Through a screaming emptiness
Of cold and regret and nothingness
Back to a bed
Filled with lovers
Who’s moans match exactly with his own
And with the thump thump thump of incessancy. 

 

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May sinews grow over your laughing mouth
And your mockery be knitted away
And lying wordless and blind in the bitter earth
Listening for silent reflections
Siphon black dirt through withering hands
(Too cold for loving)
To count time.

 

 

 

 Hear the footsteps of the living
Thumping above you
Disturbing your melancholy quiet
And rhyming your wretched regret
With some constancy
Some steadfast promise
Some strange and comforting pledge
Hammering.

 

 

 

 

 Dark ambiguous filth mars your wasted sight
No lust meets your rotting retina in courting shades of passion red

 

 

 

 

 Somnus sends sores
To blister and splinter the vain and delicate skin
Of weak, languid backs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About me
I am a creative

Age: 19
I live in Aberdeen - United Kingdom 
Last online: 29/02/2008

I've been here:   Most of Europe Prague and Amsterdam were beautiful and too hard to leave

I want to go here:  Japan India

I enjoy these activities:   i am noticing that i am falling squarely within the catagory of 'other' and 'sometimes' perhaps i should develop a more addictive personality but frankly i dont have the balls to be sincerely addicted to anything

My favorite books are: Lolita all Ted Hughes 1984 Wise Children The Rainbow A Rebours Dylan Thomas The Bell Jar Sylvia Plath generally Alice's Adventures In Wonderland Dubliners Life of Pi Sassoon The Picture of Dorian Grey Blake Gabriel Garcia Marquez

My favorite films and tv shows: Amelie

I really like these kind of bands:  The Velvet Underground The Doors Bob Dylan

I play these sports:  don't be silly

What I'm looking for:
to meet other writers, to make new friends, to show my work, to engage in intellectual debate,

Smoking Habits: Sometimes

Drinking Habits: Sometimes

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