Junction Eleven – 21.12

In the chasms between moments
lies a sudden aberration,
comes the tarmacadam smack –
servant with its master –
blood and oil

Pulse flash, gas blue
spin of fairy lantern glows,
sirens hovering orange
in the pan-black.

Is it the planets’ misalignment,
a screen’s cascade of binary language,
passage to another matrix?

© Caroline Fox Betts 2010

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One Response to Junction Eleven – 21.12

  1. Rog November 7, 2012 at 11:43 pm #

    I’ve always thought this was your best poem. xxx

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