Thursday, November 22, 2018

Exit wounds

From the pits it erupts again
The telling stains on shredded trees
It’s taking time and it’s a loosing battle
The body’s a creature of its own 
Can it not just keep it in
Save the crevice another crack
The control’s all gone to waste
Fumes from grains long gone
Sinews from beasts mashed down
Fuels the day’s scarring ride 
Tunnels and lights and cold seats 
Shifts n squirms and spent up meals
The exodus is mine to keep
A muted prayer to heal

Monday, November 05, 2018

Jump cuts

And I pilfer my needs
To please my dichotomy
Then stand back and ponder
On the sense it’ll never make

Swing at my dummies
All tested to a crash
These catatonic times
Got more minutes to mend

The reverb’s back
To take me on
Maybe hang around a bit
Then make me one

Tonal shift gnomes
Get high on arsenal 
Sold and locked on ticks
 Waitin’ on a Neuron rush 

Time to whittle it down
Little by wit 
Maybe none of it 
A pause cut time