Once, when Spoken |
Once, when spoken, a thought is unchainedand made free to wreak havoc, made flesh and insaneand on consummation of thought into word,it malignantly grows till its uttered and heardso formed into waves...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 18:39:00 GMT |
Sickness |
You force-feed me the sour pills
that cause my stomach to clench.
My eyes are filled with tears and pain.
My shivering body is drenched.
I wonder why this fever persists
why my mind is fuzzy, con...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:07:00 GMT |
Pulse |
I can feel you
As I struggle against the comfortable, creme-coloured confines
of my compartment, I can hear your morse code communication.
Just now, could you hear me?
Or are you a transmitted signal,...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 07:39:00 GMT |
