Soft sultry pillows of life

Sweep low and create across the heights

Inhale, smell the decay turn to growth

Another moment, the never ending oath

Of time, the endless rhyme

The pressures from below and high

A sea of moments, movements, fast slow

and sigh…


The urge, where impulses surge

Blood, life, energy reduced

and again and again produced

Inaccuracy the plague of…

the plague of…

Compulsion to understand irritating the hand

Becomes unbearable and cracks

A monumental chaos in tracks


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s