Frigid Friday

Frigid Friday

When the coolant leaks from the sky

Where would you tell the wheels to go?

It's quick!

Like an avalanche down Krakatoa, death nipping your heels

In here, where the wind doesn't come.

You can speak freely now.

So that sums the life of it, yea?

Where the trees rings circle in and out, telling tales.

Smoke ages fast, rising high.

Grasping at straws.

I think I understand clearly now,

Digital copy, Deja Vu, Multiply

Multiply

Multiply me times you and we'll form a division.

Lines drawn in the sand, what does it all add it up to?

The things we wish we could say.

Wishing for fishes is dangerous business around here

I should know.

You know what it's like you say?

Can you show me, how?

Do you do deal with it day to day?

Well, I guess I can't say why.

I have a knife in my side, won't you cut me?

Where were you on the day he died,

When we lost our heroes?

Creeping into you, the night has come to stay.

He came around when the wind stopped blowing

I'm afraid.

Too.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

There are so many ways this could be read. I'd love to hear it read aloud. It would be better than most of the recitals I've heard. You have such an artistic soul...a great way of wording things that comes across genuine and stark. Your writing is bare bones and gravel...I think its great.