The pillar leaning on the staircaselifeless,Air’s lung a proliferating concoctionof tired breadths,Tiles fitted between grids carry storiesonly walls knowWalls of conduits, witness to human shadows diminished by nocturnal glare, Time 9:48pmThe last one moves in,The grid shakes,But earth doesn’t quake— Time to carry the dead.
In planet of sun and starsThe ocean evaporates,Parched vocal chords singmediocre melodies tounfathomable tungsten.Salt flies collecting dust, seechildren of ‘morrow shiftsweight to a lesser god, handcuffed, whistling.Only soap is replaced by body-wash.The old chair rots by theabandoned marsh, legs slurped up by algae.Mosquitos spit blood Smile at the factory of still wombs,In river afternoons, only a spider Webs over-time.Gossamer […]
