"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Friday, July 8, 2011

Termites and Maggots.

Termites doused in lies
chew holes through the very floor
I stand upon.
And maggots
deceit filled and rotting
become flies.
And they whisper
hushed buzzes in my ear
whip around me
with hungry eyes.
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4 comments:

  1. Brother OllieJuly 8, 2011 at 5:38 AM

    This one is tops - your images are really vivid. Love this poem!

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  2. John DsouzaJuly 8, 2011 at 6:21 AM

    Really an amazing blog...
    It helped me a lot...
    Everyone should see this...
    Wonderful blog on Termite Inspection.
    Thanks a lot for sharing...
    Keep sharing more and more..

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  3. Human ParadoxJuly 16, 2011 at 8:04 PM

    Great descriptions and symbolism JB.

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  4. AnonymousJuly 18, 2011 at 11:57 AM

    This is wonderful.

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