Sunday, June 26, 2016

A bird flies by

A dark room
A quiet breath
A silent spring
A cautious turn
A streak of light
A wandered trail
A worried pet
A pearly gate
A nimble light
A passing car
A broken heart
A blackened eye
A leather bag
A moon shaped pool
A darkened screen
A dancing sky

A bird flies by

Thursday, June 23, 2016

dead heads, floating in a sea of limbs

once we really get movin thats when they will chatter
chatter chatter chatter
day night
about nothingness
about every cooperate  nothing piece of forgettable garbage
like the ones surrounding our graves,
stuck in a swamp of pervious minds letting in crazed, lunatic mind scrubbing garbage from the tele- screen
along with cancerous goods baked to celebrate victory against the tumors themselves.
carnivorous teeth lash at the sight of a rotting body part, disregardful of the twitching eyes, and cooperate hull of lies
freedom is slavery
religion is selfishness
communication is a lie
yet if you want to be heard you must work with
the system,