Oranges and Oil Ii
Orange and oil
The old man
smells odd like
burnt wires Black
&
cryptic desires
oranges and oil!
Static erupts like infinite fire.
Noise white grows in volume,
even higher.
oranges and oil...
Oxygen runs onyx tubes lighter.
The old man is a dying fighter...
Orange and oil odd objects
ornate resonate with our oblique imagery.
Tangled on barbwire...
oranges and oil
smell like a burnt twisted wire!
Copper taste to tip of the tongue.
Deeps scars bury
tinted desires
all expire
oranges and oil
infinite fire visions of white noise grow lighter.
...or oblique imagery resonates
as objects oily with afterthoughts
detonates resonates
oranges and oil
The old man has grown lighter...
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