Sunday, 30 May 2010

soooo WHAT. (K)new stuff

Chasing round every corner into a dark alley

A subsequent scream and yearn for a normality and comfort

Shouting and singing mantra to satisfy your peace

Trying to touch abstract walls of contempt where bricks are wood and as the finger reaches

Out it strokes the edges and DNA lines become detached

Oh flee

Flee from Saturn bruises on your right arm

Crawl left

Where dust floats in sparing light

Harmony and virtues are baron and colourful ice and binary

Who’s turn is it

Stand up

Internal monologue needs casting

Before the pace of my shadow feet catch up

And before

The sun in the day becomes grey

Like the stone

In eyes.