(so I wrote one more chapter!) :-)


A Stab in the dark 17

selected by the minions
Old man scribbles
on nebulous breakfast

sternum crotch and brain
rejuvenation slows down
in his wrinkled skin

there are seeds in the following
in the aftermath and its future
there are fissures on the run

cellular biomass entropy
something is on the way
oceans breathe on sand

semantics is a matter of survival
with big fish in a sea
with swords forged in malevolence

laminated days of memory
lacquered by a see-through winter hush
in the halls of what we see

it is all in the eyes of the I
Old man interprets the world
with a thermometer gone elevator




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-12-16 at 19:42

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