I love
I with the ice-chip eye
I love.
The flame licks and licks
in its box, panting
against the walls,
the hard metalmix
walls, ranting, wanting
to light the sky
Feed it, oxygenate it, fanfanfan it,
shout at it, put books on it, you're going to have to!
Bigger, faster, hot hot hotter!
The metalmix melts!
The flame billows up
and lights the sky
and the ice-chips in the eye
liquefy.
A first draft by Janet Jackson
11 August 2005
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
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