blueberries, fresh

creely. brautigan. rimbaud.
lost their way
searching
on unmarked backroads
fruit stall boarded
stands eaten through
left only
their dust
artaud drowning
in fields
of perriwinkle skies
beyond
the emptied horizon
he sucked meat
from boats
of blood oranges
peeled
they
slipped his skin
while
berries, blue
exploded in mystery

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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