16/11/2011

Cherub



pale gold lit
the sun has been caged
just for me

unidentified birds trill
yellow and pink rose beds beam like tarts
cheap perfume and tattered petals
d├ęcolletage
powdered up with chalk and arsenic

circling a grotesque fountain
flaking cherubs swivel and aim
tiny bows
eyes blackened like broken dolls

verdigris seahorses rear up
parched and desperate
hot breath foaming from
wild flaring nostrils


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