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antunes
Ana C. Antunes
Brazil, Santos (My treasured Island)

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LIME ROCKS

Leaving your flesh, it flies like a sweaty star-
Insidious flies dancing over the underachiever.
Morbid body lies on a buried putrid bar-
Emphatic lies bear a stench of the boundary river.

Right then, when deciduous anguish cries slow
On two souls an acid kiss to blow,
Causing their rancid colours to blind,
Kaleidoscopic acrid tastes bind,
Softly agitates as the sea the water from below.

Laurel wreath wreck neck and breath with nasty cigar-
Inserted in semi circle with venomous speech to deliver.
Mime on a dime when everybody fakes to know Almodovar-
Examen scrutinizes his work while their nostrils quiver.

Rancid flavour, when you can find another dance,
On a favour, inside its absence,
Caught by the act, touching the memory.
Ked feeds of the pollen over your sensory.
Sobbing, you exhale all your remembrance.

Let sleepless nights shed a silver-gray city from afar-
Intrudes like a shadow, acerbic electrical signs shiver.
Manic blistering smoke comes from the window left ajar-
Embrace your shattered liver until it breaks in a sliver.

Revolving spunk turn on the light from the lamp
Over the eyes of the lurking prowler and the tramp.
Courageous gritty girls dance like a burning match,
Kindly greeting inside a glass of a voluptuous catch,
Sorb but a caustic essence from their underwear's damp.

Lame phrases in a conspicuous position lead to fanfare-
Invert ludicrous sentences, unknown subjects beaver.
Mere humans, they exhaust all sources on the zombie ar-
Encroach like a cockroach inside the ears of a receiver.

Roll stale fragrances on their small orifices to deem,
Ovations burn and all you can hear is a sticky scream.
Cracklings in their stinking eyes turned from inside.
Keloid portraits of the fog on a city dead dried.
Silent sun rises as the invisible takes it like a dream.

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Comment by: - 2007-09-01 01:52
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Love the imagery in this piece... The mixtures of metaphors are brilliant, it's like falling in and out of consciousness... Well done
Robert Barlow Comment by: Robert Barlow - 2007-07-31 12:02
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Ana, this has some great lines. I especially liked "On two souls an acid kiss to blow..." --Robert Barlow
LonnieP Comment by: LonnieP - 2007-06-28 01:39
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WOW!
I actually pictured New York as I was reading this; very, very vivid imagery.
Well done, m'lady; well done!
solaris Comment by: solaris - 2007-06-26 14:52
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this is so complex, and image-rich it's a meal that needs savouring more slowly than a quick comment permits. i've grabbed it onto notepad, and (time-permitting) tomorrow will either post my reply here, or mail it to you. glad not to have missed this slice of energy.
logicustracticus Comment by: logicustracticus - 2007-06-26 14:20
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yes Great imagery. one of the bet I've seen for a long while..will have to see what else you have in your collection...
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