fingerless

the silence of me

It seems I have lost my touch

The words are all coming out wrong

I miss the petty thieves of the dawn

I watch spirals of nature catch air

I chase after her

In some dark crevice of the next door neighbors mind

I am see through in speculation

Complicated in contact

In league with the rain

Rebellion and revolution,

our words on a cake

topped with a cherry made of poison

propaganda cartoons

a revolver and a coin toss

reasons resistance

Premeditated silhouettes exacting revenge

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

Love the imagery in this one.

[bluessadmood]

Ohh my friend ,you never lost your touch..that one i used to know
it may have gone callous a little,but it surly made an appearance here
the words came so right here ,its the succession of rapid thoughts and dreamy words
they may sound incoherent ,but ohh so they make lots of sense
its you own language came again..how i understood you so well
how happy i was to know that you are back ,yes you are definitely back
and what joy..i could see your theives of dawn..your chase after her
too complicated when in contact ,your league with the rain
and the words on cake..how i loved this..its a song ..your usual
lovely write..

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This has a really cool beat feel to it...I like it.