Exhale a fable

No glorious stories
Just a nervous midnight pen
Cutting the paper gory

I need to get back to the simplistic
Triangles chiming crystals
Styles, rhythms, heads bobbing
Headgoblins, stony grinning gargoyles
Poiniting the way out
Beating on my grammar with
A jackhammer and a beansprout

I end up pushing to think too much
For the ink to touch

Tracking vapour is hard by daylight
And secretive stars just come out at night
To fight the moon and bend spoons
For those unable

To breathe in reality
And exhale a fable

Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-08-28 at 00:29

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I liked the "To breathe in reality and exhale a fable"-part, but the rest just made my head spin. If that's a good thing or not, I don't know.