Tuesday 7 February 2012

Altered Imagists #1

i
Winter like a naked anorexic.
Everyday a pathetic fallacy.



ii
In the sodium glow of the snow,
                                                           the fox clocks me
                                                                                             and with a flick of his hips
                                                                                                                                             he's slipped away.



iii
Like a rich man showering treasure,
snow soon turns in to a bitter miser.

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