Nightfall

I taste the night air it is sweet syrup
a dark chocolate flavour the reminiscence of Christmas
The silver white burning magnesium moon
shines more than a new coin
And falling shadows fit the ground
like a coverlet of black.

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whitetea

16 years 5 months ago

magnesium, the word

magnesium, the word interests me. the night is very nostagalic and like a secret, much like you described here. i adore this

pinksheep

16 years 5 months ago

Thank you

also I look forward to reading your work-very soon-

Mark

16 years 2 months ago

oh pinksheep

Eventually we are all blanketed by that sweet tasting gift ;) Regards, Mark "I do not walk the earth and eat out of dumpsters, I'm not a bum, I'm beat."

pinksheep

16 years 2 months ago

As

long as i do not eat too much sweet syrup and chocolate, i need to re-write here- I have read that someone called a beat is like you, in a book ''Big Sur.

Mark

16 years 2 months ago

Read until my eyes ache

Have not read Big Sur, remember it though. Beat is a reference to a generation post ww2 where people percieved as tired lacking emotion and simply trying to get through the day were just that - beat, a term coined by Jack Kerouac. Not to be confused with beat-nic which was the next phase or the original "drop-outs" prior to the "hippy" generation Mark "I do not walk the earth and eat out of dumpsters, I'm not a bum, I'm beat."

pinksheep

16 years 2 months ago

I

read this book Big Sur 30years ago, I find it hard to read as much now and people that i know read books that do not appeal to me.Ted Hughes is good very good at prose in Difficulties of a Bridegroom......this man is very interesting.