Trinity oscillates into a question
that regresses - ephemeral, traceless.
Confused voices lament the treason
seeking nurture from the faceless.
They gave it licence to hear them hope and ask,
but the perfume soon dissolved from the broken flask.
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
Wishes
Labels:
Confusion,
Literature,
Poetry,
Postmodern,
Question,
Sense,
Wishes
Thursday, 9 September 2010
(Dis)illusioned
Delinquent visionary's
charisma reverberates.
Flat awareness jolts
to the petulant clink
of imagined quarrel.
Fraud erases each
trauma with oration.
Watch them waddle
starry-eyed
towards the moon.
charisma reverberates.
Flat awareness jolts
to the petulant clink
of imagined quarrel.
Fraud erases each
trauma with oration.
Watch them waddle
starry-eyed
towards the moon.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)