Saturday, 8 October 2011

It's voodoo.....

The fallen, hacked off,
arms of yesterday's clocks,
strewn black confetti,
dance hall of rattling bones,
dice roll epiphanies,
crashing white light
explosions thrown
through splintered portals,
resonating bass rhythms
wind up a dimly lit corridor,
channel of frozen mind,
fingers tapping
into sympathetic data streams,
knowing the voodoo doll
is a pin cushion of needles,
each broken nerve
another instance
of trembling anticipation,
as it crawls underneath
My blanket
of penetrated skin.
The bloodletting has begun.

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