scabby corona by Matthew Sharp a relationship with time furthers regeneration, forever in eternal inoculation, reflect/fluid that carries the replication, an ambidextrious vision in the middle of The self monarchy of individualism spreads it out like a prism. To strengthen the light within just to make the death that much interesting. I’ll watch you from the island, To build an army, In endless patience, A humble ambition. Time is a cog in the eco system of blissfull logic/illogic in ill neglect, A wounded animal waiting to be preyed upon. We reach for ‘paradise controlled’ egocentric megalomaniacal group masturbation. Porno for the eye/s of understanding pixelated into a prison of lies, Like a cist twisted and sprayed into fertilization, All over the windows of observation, Sifting through A slurring hurry. Dribbling through my band-aid shaped mask. All scars heal even when they are open, A new mask .. 03/15/2007 Posted on 03/16/2007 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/16/07 at 04:10 AM I like the way you put this together, where each line is truly a thought unto itself, but they all relate to one thing in the end. It really comes together quite wonderfully. Posted by Sarah Graves on 03/21/07 at 01:37 AM I enjoyed the read.. the style in itself is very illogical, and portrayed effectively to the reader. Once I reach the last line, I feel I've reached a sense of death from all the madness. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)