Have you found yours yet? I appear to have lost mine.
Still Life
Blinded by the headlights you paused,
Gaze pitiless and feral,
Poised before muscular flight,
Then off, twisting from peril.
Perplexed, I saw you through a lens,
Spoor print in a dark room tray,
Lithe torso intense,
Caught in a web of memory.
Still life: your arrested posture held
For what seemed an age,
Then an abrupt sensuous shuffle,
Moving from shoreline onto the page.
E J Garfer (17 and a half)
About Bob Dylan
4 days ago
6 comments:
Blinded by the headlights
Was Bruce Springsteen your muse?
An unusual but moving eulogy to the Grey Squirrel indeed...
; -)
Or was it Prince Charles?
I sensed pornography amongst your 17 and a half year old thoughts.
I can lend you my marbles. I appear to have no need for mine.
I like the 'twisting from peril' image.
Lithe torso - very nice.
Mmmm.
Thanks for reminding me ... did find a few marbles lodged up me backside - a sex toy experiment gone a bit awry I'm afraid.
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