A few broken bottles, still loitering in the yard
Crumpled sheets of newsprint; flyways
Scattered weeds, some flowers stoutly remain
Hark; the cries, infrasound
Rotting in the sun the stepped on carcass of a lizard
Abstract painting, stark on a mottled canvas
Ghostly somnolence in the air
Muffled screams of shattered dreams
Testimony to a past nobody remembers
Shades of violet fading into gray
Outward aggregation all happy and gay
Shadows in my mind; fears arched behind
Ignored by you, untended by me
Languishing in neglect
The visual in ice
And the ruins swept up by time,
All swept up by time.
Pray explain this latest piece of insanity??
ReplyDeleteI add my prayer to the above:)
ReplyDeleteWe seem to have some major transformation at hand :)
Erm, the all blue, so not you!