segunda-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2011

Poem of the day: Challenger

Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon


pretty's just armor
something else

to wear like a dress or a name
not magic like skin

apparel apparent apparently
repellant pretty
don't draw

flies like
honey we just pretend

it does skin is

what draws you don't
believe me

just think skin flick

the winter sky
is not a skin you
might fly right


past it but pretty
makes an atmosphere
it's hard to get back in

one hitch one weak

O ring and you are that
white dense
puff of pinkish smoke

too thick for cloud
trailers swerving off in opposite
directions someone not
coming home you believed
lifting off you were

bound somewhere boundless
you will never be that

pretty again

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