Litkicks Message Board Archive

concave.

Posted to Action Poetry




i'll pluck my heart
from the sizzle
of an electric horizon
crippled by iron crutches
and copper wires.

i have painted
our contrast, the
nothing, something,
running down roads,
emptiness behind me.
too much time
killing time
can you deny this
last shred
of importance,
hidden behind
my quiet desperation?

close my eyes
the ground humms me to sleep.