Thursday, June 3, 2010

Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven

somber

the last flickering
moments

of a pineapple candle,
all

lit up, little wicks
floating

in a hot pool
of yellow wax,

i blow out

like smoke.
i

throw a tantrum
of
gargantuan proportions,

fighting oxygen

to

breathe

and bleeding light...

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