Post by anirbas on Aug 8, 2007 15:46:56 GMT -6
somewhere,
near or far,
if you listen closely
you can hear the sound
of losing ground:
the sprong
of a spring coming
undone; the whish
and the snap of a wrist
as an unsuspecting
chicken's head
is brutally wrung;
the fraying of the hardwiring
in another's head sizzling,
sending out hazy signals
of insanity in thin tendrils
of green smoke that reek
of the stench of ozone;
moth eaten and rotted
fabric rip, rip, ripping
at the threadbare seams;
a lifeline coming unknotted;
the ending whispers
of an old man's dreams;
worlds being torn apart,
disconnecting, severed
into gory chunks
of weightless
space detritus.
but these miserous sounds
never seem to stop the sun
from shining starkly down
into the eyes like a raygun;
or keep the walking dead
from voraciously threatening
to kill and eat the very spirits
of the living, always losing ground...
near or far,
if you listen closely
you can hear the sound
of losing ground:
the sprong
of a spring coming
undone; the whish
and the snap of a wrist
as an unsuspecting
chicken's head
is brutally wrung;
the fraying of the hardwiring
in another's head sizzling,
sending out hazy signals
of insanity in thin tendrils
of green smoke that reek
of the stench of ozone;
moth eaten and rotted
fabric rip, rip, ripping
at the threadbare seams;
a lifeline coming unknotted;
the ending whispers
of an old man's dreams;
worlds being torn apart,
disconnecting, severed
into gory chunks
of weightless
space detritus.
but these miserous sounds
never seem to stop the sun
from shining starkly down
into the eyes like a raygun;
or keep the walking dead
from voraciously threatening
to kill and eat the very spirits
of the living, always losing ground...
