Sunday, 14 February 2010

Poem : Methyl Methacrylate Tongues

"Upon consideration", she said thoughtfully,

"I can see a primary colour that is nothing but itself,

dripping with water and sharp repeating patterns."

A source of crystals for the fine summers of aesthetic wilderness.

One by one, I can see that I might find areas of our sprawling elements,

in the clear air of flowered carbon meadows.

The rigorous beauty and freshness achieved

comprises of light in molecular weight -

A modern bathroom with a horizon,

will inspire us with occasional escape.

From the collection of poems entitled 'Mountains and Polymers as an alegory for life'

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