Swinging clear of the ground
Feet paddle in air,
Fingers scramble at your tendon
Noose, as it calmly crushes
My camomile neck.
Bulging eyes bolt cold to yours
As I kick the stool from beneath
You. We drown limp together.
Dawn's grainy etching resurrects
Our tender forms. Against
Blank blankets we are
Quiet majesty of clouds
Set in clear skies
Smeared with rain.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Spurts of ***** colour tear
The frozen mountain white.
Human dust of little kids
Gargling through the night.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
Scribes spent lives,
Copying.
Etching.
Carving.
Starving.
Skin is parchment and parchment skin, to them
Words are veins in rictus pulse.
Right click Paste
the muttering glide of fingers tap-dancing eyes prancing about a keyboard crowd crowing
Crowing.
We're somewhere in the middle.
Hand can write, fingers smite but -
The eyes, dull from Windows glare
Flicker dim in shocked cradles.
So rocks Generation Y.
Scribbling with straw for Z.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC