LOBBY:
Aloof from vulgar tarmacadam
the polished chamber of soles
is listening suspiciously
careful not to breathe a word
101:
Anatomy of aspiration
Turning plastic into paper
Guaranteed happiness in cold green glass
201:
Telemetry of tragedy
Flash burn and exit wound
Crimson shadows creep across beech laminate
301:
Juxtaposition of Joy
Blue dot means green light
Ecstatic voices pillory their Rumplestiltskin
401:
Serenity of sloth
Press red for instant pleasure
Caustic fantasy severs humanity from personality
501:
Immanence of ideas
Grey carbon traces a footprint
Conjured opinion regards unnecessary future
ROOF:
Ruling sand and quicklime
the panoptican of metropolis
is watching flirtatiously
hoping to catch a wandering eye
1 comment:
Very much enjoyed the time I spent here; I especially enjoyed 'Whole'...as a poet and an avid reader, I found it enriching as well as intresting. I thank you...
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