{...until it is slit...}

{...until it is slit...}

A Poem by Christopher Michael Smith

(blank page, remember me....) 
...bare witness to the travesty 
What does this world mean? 
sit to ponder and perceive... 
(blank page, remember me.....) 

adaptation, 
center-fold, 
the frequency tuned to crack the bones, 
tune it up to slit the wrists.... 
another world... 
nothing's missed.... 

simple draft of the overlay.... 
trinket of spheres wisped away.... 
catching flight in the breeze..... 
to different worlds with different needs..... 

different planes..... 
different names..... 
different frames.... 
still the same.... 

on their knees... 
serving kings... 

different names 
nothing's changed... 
seen it all.... 
it is all the same.... 

different lands, 
different veins, 
different stories, 
all aflame.... 

to the point, 
on the edge, 
blades breeding with the flesh.... 
different frames. 
different games. 

King of Capital. 
King of Crimes. 
King of Law. 
King of Minds. 

spawned of this, 
and here I bleed.... 
before this world... 
before this king.... 

Doing 
NOTHING...... 

Killing 
EVERYTHING...... 

it simply severs me...... 
severs me..... 

...to the next levels that are called upon... 
...til its end... 
...til its done... 

waiting for the moment when doom deems fit.... 
winking the eyes with lies on the lips... 
scars visible on the wrists... 
dressing the tare before it rips... 
setting the tone for the fit... 
laced with a news flash and a miss... 
i take on the world. 

...until it is slit...

I bear the brunt of it all.

…until the last drip…

© 2011 Christopher Michael Smith


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Christopher Michael Smith
Christopher Michael Smith

Clinton, NC



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Ego sum qui sum - 'I am what I am' Poetry is my creative expression here upon this floating ball of dust called Earth. Nothing feels as appeasing as watching a pen glide across a virgin page, watc.. more..

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