whitman
08-31-2008, 01:33 PM
The wind of a mirror took
my photograph in heaven.
The phantom skyscrapers
on the moon gave me my
rebirth drinking wine from
the horn of a unicorn.
Hourglasses snow down
from the half-finished ice
sky being constructed by
the orgasmic bees.
My shivering incarnations
rehearse the death of
the earth.Stranded i wait
for the earth to have that
certain dream.
my photograph in heaven.
The phantom skyscrapers
on the moon gave me my
rebirth drinking wine from
the horn of a unicorn.
Hourglasses snow down
from the half-finished ice
sky being constructed by
the orgasmic bees.
My shivering incarnations
rehearse the death of
the earth.Stranded i wait
for the earth to have that
certain dream.