Nomadic dirt settles on car seats
A soft breath of charcoal
Brushes across a grey canvas
Often grazed with the unkept colors
That spread from oncoming headlights.
The static of the radio hums louder
Than the airy music itself.
Numbers broken from sporadic erasers
Illuminate the encompassing ink
Bleeding from the quill of night.
A cherry picked from the rooted stem
Laced with crumbling streaks of soot
Hangs in the invisible niches of darkness
Flares in statement at the intake
Of the suddenly smokey air.
And you were there on my mind.
A fresh stamp not yet dried.
A demon dressed well with
Succulent legs like drapery, waving and
Kicking heels into my shoulders
A contest entry
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700 points, ended March 15, 2008, 23 entries
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Hmmm. I cannot think of much to say except that it's different than what I've read lately.
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