Filler #1


The clock stops
Deafening in silence
The bells chime out but repeat unheeded
Blatant contradiction rings unheard as sustenance runs dry
Craning, oblivious necks promise vistas of burned black-on-white
The lowest point finally arrives yet
Continuity ensues

The end before the pain subsides and the lights come on.


One man against the World

perhaps side by side we
our time to impress upon
this world comes quick
it accepts us
the way we are
no mother showed greater
or indiff’rnce
and in her silent, sordid,
sinister cradle we wake
and then sleep


About jfkwt

A little person on a little island in a little planet

Posted on July 4, 2012, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: