Observational humour

by Armada the Gestalt   Jul 14, 2014


Is that what's in here?
is that what's in here?
Structural integrity, this is how I pour out
Pipes cracked, crackpipe
Dragon-chaser, heartbreaker.

Needle-marked-in-lines little eyes,
prick of the little line,
Calming lies.
Veins like toilet paper, crumpled up,
Wet damp and fragile, world's pattern
Cubicle miracle, torn up fingertips, I dive.

Existence that reflects, I say, from here
to planets, to the way tears smear
Blowflies and butterflies
cynical Glass eyes
Telescope realise
Strings and strings and strings
repeat ing m aybe re ce ding

Ladder, ladder, begone like a helix,
Hammers and staves, pain-cry, needles and blades.

Nostril-flame, dragon inside
Sew-shut, sew-shut! I cannot be tamed.
write me like a snake, i cannot be named, be named

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