sound striped silence
Posted to Action Poetry
by Tabloid Footprints on 2001-04-14 20:32:00
Braggart vibrations.
Trite, and weary
not unlike a speaking
heart that's sick of beating
It's autumnal ailment
Sad and stretched
sobbing
Striped
Hanging
There from winter hair.
Extraordinary,
white and fine not full
No life falls
off the dead dog.
Hostile clusters ring.
