Waiting for the fall.

An older piece of mine, from a July posting @ www.sleeplessjack.blogspot.com

Lately I've been wandering around with the angel of death in my shadow.
I walk the sidewalk as if there was a great earthly divide

at my sides.

For this reason I question the path from time to time, waiting for my footing to give way,
and down I'll go; screaming all the way to hell.

The fear I hold is reinforced by a world of festering flesh.
I look around and see rotting fruit,

being eaten by forlorn faces;
a society blind to its decay,

attempting to cover the stains and wrinkles

with chemical salves.
I sit in corner cafes and the stench of suppurating souls

overcomes me;

I vomit on the sidewalk

and the world passes

unaware.

Reviews

[Tracie Skarbo]

Oh my god this is awesome! I love the look you have given me of society and its blindness. Your choice of words only heightens the intensity. You were right I do 'Dig' it!!!!