Time Decompositions

Overcast gray gravity

Limpet stilled silence

Leaves droop down

Mind blurs, cutting loose pin point focus of composite existence,

A sentence that starts, but never seems to get completed.

Need to move forward on sharp razor edges slipping sliding backward,

Astride rip tides torn asunder mental strides to scatter as tattered shards.

Echo depressed drill

Graven cold chill

Ripped quivering quill

Scrape together that inner core spark, when knees wear friction’s sore desolation,

Despondent tears falling apart upon reigning pain, praying alone in secluded isolation.

That quiet abrasion feeling prayers baring a soul stripped naked inside sad desperation,

Pouring sand of storming Scarlet Letter grains, onto skeletal frames, stone cold termination.

Despondent forlorn foreboding

Quicksand sinking solutions

Preying dungeon darkness

Cast bitter frost negativity of a looking glass with a million pieces, pierced wounds

Of festering quagmires that ferments on this see shore scene of desolate isolation,

Blank form apparition in a world that lacks characters cement in timepiece sentences.

That instead, recorded words start to decompose, to compost on time decompositions.

Would a, could a, and should a - poetry shrill scream,

Of graven phantom Banshee wail remains.

David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 09/23/12 ©