Stone Fog Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Stone Fog



i think
she is your alter ego
someone you pine for

the dizziness
is your inebriation with her
and may be due

to atmospheric pressure
differentials
she comes and goes

like a fog sculpture
or a De Chirico muse
without a shadow

she's pure fog
with consciousness
and a heart of stone

Sunday, September 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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