UNSPECIAL NOFLAKE

my razor edge mood
tumble falls with
the 
suns drunk pm lurch

biology whiplash
genetically
asymmetrical

~

these days
these days 
are built
of rough hewn chunks
of night blown teasers

& thats 
not so much poetry
as 
natural fact

like repeating limestone

~

& tho a pale smile
does comes 
with the
shadow moon

i feel mortal
&
i feel mass produced

an unspecial noflake
in
the
thin politic rain

a consuming unit
in
the 
compassion drought 

a pre-cinder
in 
the earth wind 
on fire

from youtube.com

RESIDUE

dreams lay an edge
on
us
waking

  a 
  phantom 
  who
  fades
in the face of day things 

but
is
still
there
for
breakfast

ghosts before breakfast

from

www.designcatwalk.com