The Castaway by Curt Alldayit seems like
elevators moving to the top of the 21 first century
mentioning
the one and only last loves calling you their
last theory
to surmise
the
surviving
only by great schemes with their streamed themes of
thievery
into the eye
of this high rise
a tide
moving like
brittle cattle
sent to slaughter
by the falter
of their stances
the brain
shifts and advances
romances the mind
one spirt
darkened by
what's calling you from that side
all sides
all around
inside you
eating you all
alive
like a hive mind meant
to feast on that fleece
warming slow
as the ocean blankets
the silence
you have worked
you have been
washed up on the shore
left to die
and this is why
you have worked
you have washed upon the shore
left to die
and this is why 08/07/2006 Author's Note: another poem/song for geppetto gestapo, found on myspace, the whole thing is a mix of literary works with music
Posted on 08/08/2006 Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday
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