Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2015
The tracer track,
blood red mixed with black, black, black
launched by the monopoly to
make an attack on me and my
place in the
hierarchy.

In the whiplash flash and
as quick, the tracer track
licks my skin,
blood red
black lead and as
my body bends
it ends
just
like
that.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
419
     --- and Cecil Miller
Please log in to view and add comments on poems