crimson on the carpet
dripped and drying
vestiges of violence
the curve of an upturned hand
all around flying
fluttering floating wisps of paper
they dance around
a disheveled wearied head
tongue mouth open
lolling instead
of speaking
a hurricane of debris
a dustbin pan of mess
discordance reeking
throbbing then receding
to this spotlight of flesh
the electric shock brain sign read:
find
then shove
this thought
out of your head
death
can be kind
when it relieves
pressure
death
can be unkind
when it steals
treasure.
Meloo/Melissa
Tilt-a-World
joined snippets from 1982 to present; meaning, some lines from an old poem I wrote at age 20.
Sept 28th 2010 Copyright