Monday, July 23, 2012

no punch line

It's slippery down there
at the bottom
wet with grief
liquified walls
dripping with fright

looped echoes of times gone by
permeate through my mind
and go
coiling around the roots of thoughts

corrugated images
dissolve what's left from the self

it's slippery
feet wander around
the bottom gives in

it's too quiet

31.v.06

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