Retrograde

Feb 02, 2009 10:32

Mercury comes out of retrograde
all smiles, gilded eyes,

gloved hands. Never trust
a beautiful man.

Light steps made him a dancer
and moving backward

made him a monster. He plucked
words from the air

and wove them into nooses.
I would have liked

a laurel wreath, if he
could only have taken

pity on me, on his winged
and ageless feet.

poetry

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kiernyn_kerouac February 2 2009, 18:35:07 UTC
I've got a new one too. I'll send it to your e-mail address cuz the formating gets all wonkey on LJ--what's your updated email btw? ALSO check out that boot link I just sent you on your last post! I'm dying to know what you think of them!

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_swallow February 3 2009, 23:24:46 UTC
wow!

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