(no subject)
2010
The last year has passed so fast
Or slow like a glacier a thousand moments
in a second
a blink of eye of infinity of hell in torture
I am a statue of flesh
left in the sandstorm
ground down and raw
mishappen and grotesque
spun round, toppled
disarmed , cracked
looking up with eyes wide open.
no vultures for me
with winds blowing over
staring at the infinitely dry aqua sky
wanting to laugh and cough
that still I live.
This civilisation is long gone
there is none left to admire or despair over
none left but amoral desert
flesh turned to stone
waiting for
stone to sands to crush to dust.
The last year has passed so fast
Or slow like a glacier a thousand moments
in a second
a blink of eye of infinity of hell in torture
I am a statue of flesh
left in the sandstorm
ground down and raw
mishappen and grotesque
spun round, toppled
disarmed , cracked
looking up with eyes wide open.
no vultures for me
with winds blowing over
staring at the infinitely dry aqua sky
wanting to laugh and cough
that still I live.
This civilisation is long gone
there is none left to admire or despair over
none left but amoral desert
flesh turned to stone
waiting for
stone to sands to crush to dust.