Smoking after Midnight

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Smoking after Midnight

Women’s wild voices moist the porcelain,
salted fish with verse-bones must melt into lies;
an ocean of smoke, perfume and marble flowers.
Poison the champagne.
Drink fire, eat all candy;
the universe throbs over sacred words,
window velvet sex devours prisoners – listen,
the ferocious, broken night
will sail the eternity fever,
bleed delicious decay in the concrete
and I.

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~ by Oloriel on April 5, 2014.

19 Responses to “Smoking after Midnight”

  1. Delectable words & imagery. A feast!

  2. I like this, i feel the images getting embedded in my head.

  3. Wow that was a feast of words for sure amazing I feel sated now x

  4. Meni ovde ide Chet Baker “Almost blue” (muzika, ne nužno i stihovi), a može i neka druga njegova.

  5. nice choice of image

  6. Delicious imagery. I cannot choose a favorite line. So this “the universe throbs over sacred words,
    window velvet sex devours prisoners – listen,
    the ferocious, broken night
    will sail the eternity fever,
    bleed delicious decay in the concrete
    and I.”

  7. Great work – always a pleasure to read your poetry.

  8. sooo decadent… love it!! the image is a perfect match…

  9. And there you are on 8th floor window plotting to throw someone from 10th 😉

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