oil for the gears
shoes for the centipede
band aid for an empty wound
glasses for the blind
murder for peace
eaten back to life
new drama and circumstantial pressure.
caged into indecision,
make a decision
emotions bypass the brain
oblivous to its scented stain.
bathe in the gas.--> station bathroom sink
believe we are unique and different?
we all taste the same over an open flame.............
i love your truth in this, and it ends brutal beautiful " believe we are unique and different?
we all taste the same over an open flame............." your poetry is sometimes hard to decipher by eye, but you manage to describe who you are in most honest ways, the only way you know how to expose your soul.