On this piercing night
Striations of light
Through squinting eyes
Shone liquid bright...
In a drunken abyss
With a heart transfix...
A hunched-up figure
Modus Vivendi...
Still thinks he’s quite trendy
Whilst taking a piss...
Wooden movements shake
Forces in a weakened alliance
Unwillingly, break!
Fallen is he in defiance.
A tragedy a trivial devil
A trembling snow angel
He has fallen, besmirch
Blood collating, dishevel
-led in life’s last lurch.
Comments
tretchicovmanicova | January 22, 2009 - 12:05
ominously delicious; thanking you mark.
“when meditation is mastered, the mind is unwavering like the flame of a lamp in a windless place.”