Friday, 4 October 2013

Shells and open

Penetrate my paranoid
As the songs’ paralysis
Blinds us unto our opaque
Vacancy.
Destroyed
by my own waiting
you declared war on
my poetry's faded map.
legal bleeding defined
our spacing soul and
between our eyes
mothers of day
grew ancient;
distilled photography
sky.

preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...