Saturday, August 7, 2010

Mercury's net

Winged shoes in flight rarely touch the ground.
I have known no one who would rely on a cloud.

Cirrus is rarely serious enough.
She spills icy tears and other sentimental stuff.

But Venus is lilies, roses and violets.
and Mars is lies, ruins and violence.

The wirey tight rope between is soaked in blood.
Cutting through souls caked with mud.

Mercury's net sits just beneath.
"Catch me, Catch me" Venus pleads.

"Earth is spinning much too fast" she says.
Get me off of this whirling mess.
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  1. UnknownAugust 8, 2010 at 3:21 PM

    love that bit about Venus and Mars in the middle. clever! <3

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