#withdrawing
I turned on the light to the next door
and it came running in
photons splashing gore!
Straight through the streetlight
like stamps on a ***** and a tricycle
cyc-sickling atop of the poor.
Violence, begotten
the marsh has in store
and the sad watch like
rats watch gold watches and
stop
Grandfather
tells a long time.
Listen to the click!
You may learn a tock
or two in the bush.
zoom swish by
An arrow pierces the heart of time
along the same line as the pools filling with blood.
Tell me, stranger, why don't you look at me?
I see you growing beneath the surface, there...
You're blossoming up like a welt,
a cyst ready to pop!
, but I keep running as
I'm folding life in on itself
Hamburger or hotdog,
either way - I won't let you
see what I wrote inside.
I take it down the hallway and into my bedroom.
I collapse inward, a book's pages eating its own binding,
chewing on hollow spines, and synthetic adhesives.
Tell me, stranger.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC