Disintegrating Man

I've felt the tiger's fang upon  my neck. 

The bullet chambered with me in mind.  

A hammer bludgeoning my opponent to death.


Held and honed my  Knife splits me from you.  

Contempt and space delivers sobriety.  

I witness your melt upon the Earth.

There is no place , no time, or moment.  

We expand, we contract. We fill the void.  

My friends, we are celluloid. 


Your life, my life, Organic shrapnel to melt away.

We are  like leaves on a walkway. 

Burning acid,  until our eyes, Never see.

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

Can see why you like our Elvis Costello as your poetry reminds me of his take on life with songs like A good year for the roses as both embody love captured within the pain and anquish life throws at us. Maybe the leaves can become the basis of a scrap book of time spent together rather than the death of summer dreams. Love it, keep em' coming