Green Noise in the Blue Chimney

It roars going out, storms of dread.
Murky smoke emptied from a sickly soul.
Iciness streaks down; the tide is smutty.
Battle hard with papers and torches.
Smoke, please go away to heavens
Where I am not allowed.

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  1. #1 by Jamie Dedes, all rights reserved on February 6, 2011 - 11:35 pm

    Sad. Touches the heart … and why “not allowed” …

    • #2 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 7:05 am

      Thank you for commenting, Jamie. “Not allowed” is a frequent feeling but it does not have to be true.

  2. #3 by Evelyn on February 7, 2011 - 7:58 pm

    I’m intrigued that its “heavens”, plural.
    you are so invited to my heaven. so there.

    • #4 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 11:38 pm

      I’ve been trying the wrong heavens! Some are surely to be found here on earth.

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