Two thumbnails to clear the brain-space. Not stunning... possibly necessary.
....
The hours that aren't--
strung too-well together
but hang, low and grey
under my brow-- dull.
The days that end and start,
not particularly clearly
the shadows syncopated
on the changing tempo--
I must be rushing in a circle.
The world spins--
I see the same things,
blurred.
---
Something,
in my skull, stretching
pushing hard against the bone.
Another thing, in a full place
can only exist heavily--
is now waking from the pressure.
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3 comments:
I relate with the first one. Its more like a statement.. good way to clear brain-space :)
yeah... too right!
I figured that I could get away with more if I wrote it in verse, rather than as a paragraph...
... "poerty as a way of complaining in an aesthetically pleasing manner", ne?
yeah right .. :D
the erswhile me used to complain in paras . .have seen both sides.. ergo I agree..
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