Every beat of my heart ;

19:10, Plastic memory.

Saturday, 27 March 2010

"But when you're six, the highlights of any trip invariably include the hotel."

So you watch a saffron sunset turn fulvous streaked sangria

feel rhythm laced w bronze slow to steel; coquelicot hearts fade to dull wenge in your chest missing beats a pulsating taupe;

alizarin-tinted memory slide into tangled asphalt history, frozen; congeal into bistre

Yet how can you never realize your shortcomings, even after fireworks drenched in optic white dries into shimmer stained with the black to prove a failing on your part?

"This is the world (you live in), reflected in a distorting mirror, shivered into fragments."

"The exception to the rule, is usually the reason for the rule."

pmz!