Look through
the tiny-window-sky
and see a flame
broil high and tight
If there was courage
it might
just bite
but since it lacks all vision
it dies with spite
yet the hounds eat it up
like daffodils
spilling frills
and thrills
bearing gills
swimming through an ocean
of crap
short
shit
that just dies
a flame
in a window
About the Creator
Keenan Chiasson
"I want to burn with the spirit of the times. I want all servants of the stage to recogni[z]e their lofty destiny."
-Vsevolod Meyerhold
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11:32 PM - Riverbend Gated Community off FM 327 - Katy, Texas, U.S.A. ~ ‘No, not that sort of thing at all. Imagine these lights, right? Like, on your face for long periods of time, but not to the effect of like, one-far-off-constant-glaring-dentist-light-type light like you’re talking or anything, but more so like with the consistently-shifting-colorful-flashing-images-being-projected-right-onto-your-face-type / light like I’m talking'
By Keenan Chiasson8 years ago in Poets
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