surrounded by
eternity’s fat fathers
velvet words
a poisonous, laughing poetry
perfumed breath of women
borne on ferocious breezes
decay a liquid ghost
tasting like candy and concrete
her heart lies
but never voices her magic rhythm
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for
Specks and Fragments/The Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge: A Chorus Line (10.22.16)
Words and Feathers 
[…] Crow, “candy and concrete“ […]
Love the graphics 🙂
Thanks!
Nice idea – the multiple, multiple layers for “tasting.” I’ll have to remember that.
Thank you!