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Fluid mane of bent

light streaks truth across a blackened

liar-scape

 

like a master paintbrush

whistles through white winds

mid-fire-dance.

 

Foreign names and numbers wink

from my caller ID.

Phantom punch rocks my

crimson crinkle-face.

 

Blackbirds soar over the corpse of my home,

a candle burns out on a cold church altar,

the new moon mourns herself.

 

I am worm-riddled driftwood bouncing

on invisible wave caps

toward a death who wears rebirth

 

around its leathery neck

like confused Rosary beads.

 

Abacus days slide by

like guillotine blades fall.

 

I hold my swollen head in my hands.

 

All omens & curls tangle

as shadow & shine.

I understand nothing.

Reviews

[Amy Bumpas]

I understand everything, and nothing...love these lines:
Blackbirds soar over the corpse of my home,
a candle burns out on a cold church altar,
the new moon mourns herself.
around its leathery neck
like confused Rosary beads.
All omens & curls tangle
as shadow & shine.
I understand nothing.

Such depth my friend....

[What happened to simple..]

Dude, I love your work as you know, but I can't help thinking more punctuation may help it to flow (commas!! =D) haha,, just a thought =) xx

[Robin]

damn ..

and I dont believe you ..

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A snapped and realised performance, a well written piece, good read, well done