Of All The Things Elastic

like rubber bands like stretch jeans like twizzlers .-.

like a machine
pretty perks, the tumbleweeds
growing down over my ankles
vines wrapped around my sleeves
won't you come get to me
won't you come to escape me
won't you come to save me
won't you come to rehabilitate me

like electronic wave-compassing distance
like going farther than you're expected to be
like childhood dreams and warm sweater sleeves
won't you let me break free
won't you let me get free
won't you let me be free

pretty sky surrounding light waves
feeling finding found a niche
I have never been farther
I have never been to bother
I have never buried treasure
I have never treasure-found
I have never been around
I have never been sound

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

I enjoyed reading this. It flowed with a deep resonance, letting my mind ponder a great many things as my eyes took in each line. I like pieces like this, one's that make one think.

Great Ink!
Wolfie

[Chris]

each is a set piece and each has its own taste...

unique HAS a meaning sometime...