Poet Tellaferro Poet Rhyme

Oranges and Oil I

Oranges and oil 
old smells like burning wires 
Black cryptic desires 
An iron hand upon the velvet 
oranges and oil 
static noise white hot glows 
Softly in the night 
Ominous 
opulence 
oblivions volume 
even higher 
oranges and oil 
Blue oxygen runs 
onyx tubes 
brighter memories expire 
An old man 
a dying prize fighter 
Conspires 
An Eminence of oranges and oil 
As objects 
ornate 
Obsolete 
regulate 
tangled in Barbwire 
oranges and oil 
a burnt smell
like twisted wires 
deep infinite fire 
visions of white noise glows lighter 
Of oblique imagery resonates 
An old man with an iron hand
Wrapped in velvet fire
Memories desire
as objects oily 
with afterthoughts 
designates 
detonates 
resonates
With essences old
Of oranges and oil

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