the twister

Trapped from all concieveable sides.

 

 

flow forth from thee
pull inward to the abyss
a long hard sigh blasts
occasionally
stale air spreads and fills
surroundings contaminated
how to eradicate this stench

 

creeping along
like the needlepoint edge 
of the hand on a time-clock
heads in vices, now
im drawn and quartered, now
a remedy, i need
May's the key prescription

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Written March 2006.

Reviews

[Marie]

Interesting piece. I can almost see the twister as it moves along.