Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Writing Up

Strong like wood, iron, glass
Film looped over neck
Tried-lost, tried-Lost, Tried-lost
How many times should one become a spider?

Shatter like wind
Feel the embrace of void
Words, words, word count
Even the briefest of wonders
Don't arrive anywhere near by

Over coffee, tears
And
"Unfortunately we cannot screen"
And
Nazi salutes in the morning
Words pile over
Like ants moving out of a dead head

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