Cobra snake
Slither
Hiss
Whispered words I missed
To low love
To low
Fingertips just short
So far away
Much too close
Your smile stuns me
Poison
Rocks me to my knees
And I cannot be anyway else
Drugged happy
You put me on a shelf
Deal with me later
Later, later
Such resolve
Better than never
As I wait
Shattered perception
My eyes are empty
Watching the moon
Wind-swept bone
Reborn in lunacy
My mother laughs all the time…
I have all the time in world
To my knees
Shaking
Laughing
Rocking back and forth
Watch the roses
Trampled roses…
Trampled love
Just another coronation
To the same lonesome line
Chain gang
Faces I don’t remember
Black ball, cracked shovel
Keep working
Keep towing the line...
Author notes
This a time for strange work... very strange...
Comments
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This seemed like a free association piece where you dont necessarily plan the outcome you just let it flow. It reads like falling down a waterfall bouncing from part to part made it interesting to read...
cyberartist
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