Laughing gas ((the eighth wonder of the world))

by StandStill   Jul 17, 2008


Fear, rapid breathing in and out,
exhaltation of insecurities.
Praise to the perfect picture people
who live in perfect picture cities.

Attention falters, wavers, regains;
simple candles on a wet dew ground.
Black and white contrast, day and night;
the music makes no sound.

Hide and seek, a one-player game,
alone and dancing in the bloodied grass.
Feet scream and hide and bleed and dry
on the hidden bottle's broken glass.

Momentary exstacy,
writing poems with a pen in mind.
Trees and grass and wind and sky,
paradise flees, and reality rewinds.

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