dinosaursarecoming

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Not really a poem, as such.
A collection of words, attempting to summarise the feelings in a room after a night out.

In the company of corpses with milk for blood

Webbed eyes watch as conversations stop/ start - no flow

A bliss of wasted time in green filled iron lung

Another cigarette, another cigarette - shed streets from my skin

Within this cave practice thousand yard stare 'cross rooftop

I have a real fear of dinosaurs and dinosaurs are coming

Pushed into a mirror, pushed around a room

Short stories with no endings miss ears and

As windows stare back, haunted by fractal limbs

Shuttered heads flap as wounds fade into sky

This isolationism is an embrace of smoke

Unwatched entertainment - we all miss the night

Retarded and crocodilian, haunted by memories of friends

We all pretend it rained and watch as sharks patrol these waters


Submitted: November 02, 2008

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