Thursday, November 13, 2008

them live ones

Hollow sound of aching heads

in the bright light of eventlessness

Drop a line ushering a world

As it stands upside down

Luring with a smile

Lonely words in need of a tune

Tuneless herd gone astray

a will somewhere

Dig a bone to marrow
the world

Man made alleys

Insanity wearing them sighs too thin

Cover the mood with a sob or two