Ars Poetica: Boiler-room
Poetry is steam:
The lovechild of
Pressure and heat.
Vaporous.
Easily swept aside.
Moist on your lips
And the skin of your
Belly.
Its kiss burns
Though it lingers
Only a moment.
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Apr 5 2009
Is anyone else reminded of a spa steam room?
Apr 5 2009
i'm actually reminded more of a dream i had where writing appeared on the steam in the bathroom mirror...
Apr 9 2009
The comparison is an interesting one, definitely atypical. The abrupt style suits it well. Nice job.
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