nashi目の前に未来がないnashi by dreamingshadow
leavesI am aleaves by dreamingshadow
circle of leaves
caught in the wind, each limb
a stalk twisted to ballet twirl in this aimless dance, pirouette spines, marionette
skin folded by each new
memory and circumstance. Co-ordination is given
to the rhythm. A wrecking breeze,
a tornado minuet. Tearing veins, paper thin: flight dies, breath powercut,
limbs stab sky, separate, in disconnect. Atmosphere sucked. A concrete wheeze
steals around the alley. I am led
car crash limbed,
beside the bins. While the death of movement
births a brush, a human sweeping;
tickling the shivered cobble path to me. And I am led as potential, sleeping,
looking for half the chance to animate and feel alive.
I am crushed together
by rough bristles. In amongst his cigar cough whistles
she was so pretty in the dance.
fire escapeAt 10.52pm a hundred private deaths are sliced to silence by a peaceful quiet;fire escape by dreamingshadow
while scattered gunsight stars cause a holy riot underneath a muffling fog.
A time regress to when no one held their breath; no crescent moon boats
drifted listlessly through the black eyes of a dog. We are
serenely negated; all our careless
sentences have fallen as leaves to the ground. These are the autumn ruins of us
to which we are now brutally unrelated. A delicate cold,
and all the songs are in the harbour, under waves. They will play through the minds of us tortured dreamers
in this lifetime gap between days.
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