Inside the MachineA Poem by gram linski
A broken man, limping towards gnosis, club foot heavy
hunched with the weight of penance and guilt crushing spine, darkened uneven footsteps, dancing drunken thoughts to ground, to grind under heel, to dust and rust, from rust to mote, mote to mist, mist-like, gone, gone-like fist shattering glass-like mirror dome, diamond shards raining down, blood drawn, a black brick intrusion of mind and mine, enveloping the skeleton key in barrel, metal, oil, filed by infinity's ghost, one cage fits all, my dreams and drams of flying, anchored in the rock bed, of tossed and tarnished nights , and like a bombed-out landscape of linen and sweat, chambers or torment oozing unmelodious sounds of cloud, causing puppets to break strings and slump on command, the smashed limbs of robots, swapped line dance leg dance, whirling, never moving into eternity's empty stare, gears grating teeth gnawing, sparks ... breaking the broken brain again and again, with sledge hammer finesse and similar results time after time, powdering bones into grime filled angels with dirty faces full of dust and rust, a shadowy film of dead skin, dripping and crawling from every dead smile, that creeps and is born from within, the club foot man is King.
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2 Reviews Added on September 17, 2022 Last Updated on September 17, 2022 Authorgram linskiAboutCaged In An Animal's Mind Caged in an animal's mind; No wish to be more or else Than I am; a smile and a grief Of breath that thinks with its blood, Yet straining despite; unsure In my stir .. more..Writing
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