disaster, baby

by newSkinjoy98

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-08-28 08:17:00

the telephone
releases floods
an incomprehensible
slightly weighty message
i tear my eyelids back
to see through the blinds
…
the night stripped
far down away
i can almost hear
the midnight sparrows
beating the air
with metal wings
…
mother nature..
larvae…
mental storms..
inhalation/
exhalation fits..
…
there must be a style
a pattern set deep
in each day
a non-uniform embroidery
names sewn deep enough
to cause blood and heartache
…
i lost the day
when i moved
my left arm
…
legitimacy..
the tolling bells
of a crying form
roll down
an empty street..