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The blood orange sun was sinking as i climbed to the top
Surveying the new City, surveying the whole bloody lot
Rivers of gold and dark medusa snakes moving bright
A castellation of skyscrapers sillouetted in the night
And the orange moon smirks over the cityscape
And wants to be presiding instead over the olive tree rape
Shimmering and waving down a helicon deep well
Where only latin lovers go to kiss and tell
And the white spanish horse rises without a rider
And manages to kick at the air beside her
Steaming nostrils and crazy wide elemental eyes
That's where i chose to tell her more lies
And the truth hung behind veils on her gypsy shawl
Where the garment is important and language means nothing at all
And i lost the reasoning of all of time and space
As i examined the beautiful contours of her angelic spanish face
And suddenly, i was pegasus flying through the air
A dream is just a dream but a stare is just a stare
And the snakes came up to kiss me full upon the face
A crumpled bloody mess, a colonial disgrace
Georges

Copyright: George Wright 2004

Wow.

What about trying:

And the white spanish mare rises without rider


??

Thanks Zabka, it is a bizarre poem, i am pleased with it.
Georges

Ciao George!

This poem has some tremendous images.

A castellation of skyscrapers...

...the orange moon smirks...

Where only latin lovers go to kiss and tell...


You are getting better and better, my friend!


Vesuvius

Thanks, Ves for your kind comments. They are appreciated.
Georges

Sorry...I meant to say how much I liked this one also. I can't describe the feeling, a bit like being carried through the water.

Great!

Thanks Kabka for your encouragement.
Georges