Tag Archives: Erik Fuhrer

Voyage Out Sonnet 33

Anxiety entangles thinking, sits in chairs breathing. Drowned years forget beauty. Tears open eyes white behind the stuffed leopard, leaning back. Nature passed people lovely as stacks of prints, eccentric and civil. Fashionable young men preserve velvet on the hottest … Continue reading

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Voyage Out Sonnet 32

A mottled blue feeling opened surprising heat. The world ceased to turn, which limited physical pleasure, hanging in the sun. Haunted grass dispersed, trying to juggle a kind of melancholy together with love. The saluted sparkle of electric lights tarnished … Continue reading

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Voyage Out Sonnet 31

To interrupt a pipe, one rose slowly holding a row of small books: a pure waste of time. Progress stopped at the dance, flung back a volume at random. The screech of a fiddle filled with a kiss bound to … Continue reading

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Voyage Out Sonnet 30

The tune hopped on left then right, holding the room in dreamy self-consciousness. Hymns became tripping pepper executed as figure-skating. Dancers shivered to criticize the most enjoyable part of the evening. A gigantic circle pricked many eyes to dawn, flushed … Continue reading

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Voyage Out Sonnet 29

Peacocks cast purple necks nobbed with mottled powder. Laughter vows to break a jaunty tone, People bitterly peer in on arguments, conscious of inevitable dread. Curious friends speak with emotion. The next beginning beat toes to flatter a slight redness. … Continue reading

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Voyage Out Sonnet 28

Looking-glasses splash colour between the windows, sit talking with God’s heart: smoky, stretched, rather dreary. In dark windows, invisible hands peppered the ballroom swing of the music with clasped hands. A palm tree deposited character. Trailing behind, eyes beg sympathetically, … Continue reading

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Voyage Out Sonnet 27

A pause circled a singular gargoyle, recognized by the tortures of waltzing. Newcomers seemed to fade into the rhythm of bones: smooth circular dancers. Corners of blue and yellow breathing fast determined to dance. Half a bad floor, the dancers … Continue reading

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