of how things stand:
butcher’s window display,
blood residue on pseudo-grass
*
bystander effect: knowing only
the known body, warding spells,
the craven info
*
the skin is not
on the map, acts like
it doesn’t want to be here
*
the text-fatigued
the soundproofed
the portable ghost-head
*
camouflage for dread:
rare pills (small gods)
bring blood to the tongue
*
riot police
slur syllables
behind the shield-wall
*
the forced door, systems
breached, direct sun
upon a data crypt
*
scared to show the volume
you carry (some sacred relic),
you will nest it in your hands
Image: 'Dead Undead' by skippytpe (click to enlarge).
*
riot police
slur syllables
behind the shield-wall
*
the forced door, systems
breached, direct sun
upon a data crypt
*
scared to show the volume
you carry (some sacred relic),
you will nest it in your hands
Image: 'Dead Undead' by skippytpe (click to enlarge).
Excelent poem, I really liked it. It provoked in me a strong feeling and the feeling that I have passed trough what you express.
ReplyDeleteTake care my friend
Thanks for the feedback Mariana!
ReplyDeleteStu,
ReplyDeleteUncanny sense of familiarity with this. The Undead fellow would barely draw notice on the streets of this fair city.
Reminding me that the Undead probably have no wish stronger than to be Really Dead.
Thanks Tom!
ReplyDeleteThe undead are about as uncanny as you can get...