Life in a Petri Dish...
So like I write poems and stuff.....
Hopes haunted him
with interminable swiftness.
Like cracks in the ceiling they leapt
out to divide his mind.
Life in a Petri Dish, cracked along the edges.
The edges of tables stared
across their sparse loneliness
to the chairs for comfort.
Life in a Petri Dish, cracked along the edges.
War put out its cigarette on a child's head
under a bright blue sky.
Never-never land and napalm.
Afternoons measured by armed platoons and
Life in a Petri Dish, cracked along the edges.
His heart haunted her,
but she smiled and swallowed sadness,
walking unevenly over the scattered eggshells
and dreams she'd left behind.
A cold wind kissed her and brusquely moved on,
moved on away.
Life in a Petri Dish, cracked along the edges.
3 comments:
i think i am falling in love with your writing.
Appreciate the comment wholeheartedly but can I at least have some clue as to who you are? Ha. [D]
Get a life.
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