aDarkerMind

sixteen years

sixteen years

how many times the hand-me-downs

laid graveside with gratuitous alarm.

unnoticed by the peers of second chance

one glancing blow

from the kingdom of imperial disease

through the proverbs of November

with a gift of stone

bringing light to the dark side of my skin;

 

a tapestry of colours

as bitter as a lemon on a breast.

a braille of air

for the mother of almighty

unpictured. marking time

neatly pruned

a chism for the blind side of a tongue.

what came the bastard son of ammonia and grease

a tumbleweed above anatomy;

 

once more to ice under canopy of scars

a world unseen by glass or neophyte.

 dawns shadows in their dying days

 in a red-dye mood 

boiling blood in the urine of a shrimp.

 where goes so shall I follow

playing solitaire with the yellow of my eyes

sucking on the fingers of release

watching as a world goes rushing by;