24 Sep 2014

Cut glass cruelty




Voices as un-tuned violin strings
Fists submerged in buckets of ground crystal
Cast iron necktie
A hundred pounds pulling on you
Screaming on the way down
Laughing in the face of the descent

All spaces deleted
And senses diminished
And repetition held in the
Highest regard
Praise the Lord

Poems like breathing out underwater
Voices like broken violins
Faces like the fronts of skyscrapers
Too much going on inside to
Really ever know the truth.