Thursday, December 30, 2010

a king of all kinds

a crown of black skies hides behind a hairline
the thrills of the thunder encased by a flick
or a flinch of a lash trimmed lid
no better than us with those words you spin
blind in the day to a brighter night and a pitiful
excuse for tomorrow.
you see what you want but the king sees it all
and what you call blood runs colourless
and clear as your skin sheds pages like a scaly
infection
infectious
now i'm just rambling.
oh well, worth a try.

2 comments:

  1. thanks :) i'm a fan of the first part. it looks better broken up like that.

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