I shatter the corridors silence
My neighbours surely getting the gravity of the situation
As I bare a perhaps intimate sound
A sure-fire way of knowing I’m taking a leak
For the crescendo of my farts
Sound like rattling teeth
Echoing and reverberating
Along the walls
Like ping pong balls
Poetry
Prey
I took the bait
now I’m hanging from your hook
I’m in dire straits
I was supposed to walk away
But I guess you were the bear that day
And I the salmon in the bay
A great pain
Folded into crazy homes
Frozen behind windows
Staring out, eerie eyes
Hazy behind rasping gusts of breath
Before curtains close
To hide this poverty
Of mind
DNA
Hanging on the curvature of every word
You never said
Missing in your message
Are the letters in my head
Making sense of all these mind warping bends
Cursive writing,within my blood
Dripping, spinning webs
Revealing the DNA beneath
The masquerade
Too late
Brimming underneath the sounds of ordinary
A loud humming silence is brewing up a storm
a thirst the world could never quench
disturbing dusted ground
Shimmering lights and the creaking of lips
Forced into smiles
But it’s too late to be okay.
Anger
Once swept aside
In anger
Anguish always follows.
I know this. But I’m an angry bastard anyway!
Sunday wordle on a Monday: Original
You think you’re the last groove
in the vinyl
the last song
to fill the void
The one and only
the final original specimen
here to soothe the cracks
of those designed ‘none organically’
Like you and your one and only kind
Train coach
He’s taken refuge
in an abandoned train coach
Off the grid, against the grain
People keep telling me he used to be sane
But I figure he’s saner than me
fer takin’ himself outta the game
Recycle
I’m leaving trails of forgotten intentions
haphazardly heading nowhere
Waiting to be empty again
so I can be filled
and recycle myself into someone else
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