wombs
Thursday November 22, 2007
this is in fact
disinfectant;
death’s sickly savour,
as he stalks hallways -
as he stalks away.
barren land, once fertile -
rendered barren
rendered bare.
but birth of skies
livid red and spiderwhites,
a quilt to keep warm
mechanical critters -
spits and sputters,
midst the mutters,
amidst the stares.
some will laugh,
some will cry;
in this cradle of death,
the same that wrought life.
i know it seems as though i’ve been in a poetic mood these few days, but a lot has happened and this is how i deal with it. for more on my thoughts, click here.
Saturday November 24, 2007 at 11:00 pm
you sound like a desert yearning for rain. look up, lift up, dude.
Sunday November 25, 2007 at 6:38 pm
ah thanks man. things are good now. no desert.
Sunday November 25, 2007 at 11:31 pm
that’s good.
how have you been? sorry haven’t kept up with the correspondence after the last letter. hope exams went well.
Monday November 26, 2007 at 8:14 pm
no problem man. we all busy. i’ve been good, just glad the holidays are here.
Monday November 26, 2007 at 11:44 pm
alright. take care then. till we meet again. hah.