Leafy Bones

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

An atom

The pockets of the lab coat
spread out the walls
to that one laid
The room is cream
and the bed brown,
the hair red
as the eyes green.
As far as opposites
the machine's in my heart.

I brought it
to tie it
to creep the darks
and shut the solitude
into one evolutionary
surviving anatomy,
but maybe the fittest fall
for a finer tune.

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