a new shell

dancing, the figure holds

no eyes

for the sway

and the slow

soon told me

everything i needed to know

like the shots

and the hinges

between the folds

where the houses grow

into fifty people

carrying lead feet

after alcohol has owned

we are but a shell

filling with soul

and i just wanted to yell

don't go, don't you let me go.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I thought of Ed as I started reading this. Your words are surely as rhythmic and spare and full as any of his. This is wonderful work.

[Ed Hart]

you certainly got the rhythm for stacking words

[deeps]

into fifty people
carrying lead feet
after alcohol has owned
we are but a shell
filling with soul
and i just wanted to yell
don't go, don't you let me go.

AMAZING words! I like this write alot.
I enjoyed these words makes one ponder a bit!