dotgraph
Sep 30, 2009 23:59
Artificial neons
Blacks that glow
and reverberate into thick waves of splinters
Which I sleep on
Tar dried
and chiseled cold
Lacquered,
singled
mass ant link.
Judge me bitter in their ocean
Yet I am the wind that
Kneads the waves.
poem,
dotgraph,
vein,
being,
heart,
cardiac,
life,
slivers,
needles,
darkness,
poetry,
waves,
dark,
breath,
state,
black,
inertia,
inside,
ocean,
beat,
live