Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Splitting Nucleus

Suitcases spilling to closure
but would not lift.
The dressing room was abuzz,
all eyes on oneself-
does the lingerie match
the brief?
A settling for tiger print
and red lace.

Walking amongst a
smokescreen of maze 
in the darkened night,
I saw the twins
in recognition of each other.

One knew- I told you so in mock,
as the other threw bullets
into the fire.

Retreating to a pup tent
on a wooden deck
in fearful hiding, the explosion
ripped the air in shattered
fragments of color severe.

Lamentations were echoed
as we watched a living
corpse that would not die.

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