Top, turve and curve


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Top, turve and curve

Absence burdens cockatiel damsels;
evening fugue grinds harmonious,
Irrigated June kisses Leningrad’s mouth
not over-thinking pistols,
quarreling ripples strangle tumbleweeds.
Underdark, velveteen – whispers
x y z :
Zenith, yonder, Xanadu;
Winter-like voids undressing tambourines,
supper ruptures quintessence,
parallax opens nightingale’s mind –
leaks knives, jumbled intestines.
Harvest geology. Fathom emptiness.
Dawn, careless; bears afterlife.  


~ by Oloriel on November 12, 2015.

9 Responses to “Top, turve and curve”

  1. Great poem… I love the rhythm and loudness of your verses… Truly well done… All my best wishes. Aquileana ★🌟

  2. Wonderful.

  3. I love how you weave the darkness and sensuous, there is a sense of sex and death at the same time here.

  4. Well, that was incredible. Your diction is always spot on! 🙂

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