headlines and headcountA Poem by Freder Fredersen (aka Grady)like a nervous stomach ache and a fat liptortured flesh hangs a disfigured lipstick smile in futile protest muted screams and blood-gurgles unheard on the shattered blue U shaped phone who taunts, “if you like to make a call, hang up and try again” somewhere in the sudden crimson nightfall, a crisp light appears, but it looks more like raging fire than welcoming warmth violent conversation wheezes to imposing silence and teary brown eyes glitter of safety’s sweet memory desperate stares like batted eyelash touches drum cheeks as air turns to gravel; unperceived gestures with the force of disastrous slaughter two jagged souls clang together in wicked sickness, both clustered; both alone one shivers limply like a bloody rag on the fence, as the other rings the last drop of moisture from the skinned red core of its beloved prey * buzzards parade in clouds of blue-red shimmer and dance their awkward dance on hot black tar picking slowly at the featherless turkey on the dusty morning sidewalk while the pink-toothed fox runs whimpering through the brambles with its miserable life-lust sliding away like a busy afternoon * love is broken, sanity strangles and passion runs into a rusty sewer grate . . . just instincts now, and even they call for an unceremonious self-execution an echoed shot rings through the orange hills; a demon exorcised and time doesn’t even hiccup, angels don’t cry nothing has changed but the headlines and headcount © 2010 Freder Fredersen (aka Grady) |
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Added on May 4, 2010 Last Updated on May 4, 2010 AuthorFreder Fredersen (aka Grady)Cleveland, TXAboutI'm as wired as a Kamikaze train wreck dance off in downtown Screamerville! When I write I try to leave this world behind and create a new dimension of words and other fresh organic ingredients. In ot.. more..Writing
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