Wednesday, March 26, 2014


The unpaved road
eventually ate away your smile

One bump at a time

‘Never did like that feeling,
of falling and sinking

So you’ll take to the oceans

With all your aquaphors

Homemade rockets

Where exactly would you sail off to?

With your extensive knowledge of two whole knots

And neither will hold,
let alone keep your head above the water

Starboard from port

Ass from elbow

Or will you walk up on top?

On a wing and a prayer

Exit through the garden

Split the seas with a movement of your hand

With the Earth as witness

Rendered redundant

A trillion Zimbabwe dollars

Jade and tarnished silver

Hearts have no place

Useless, stubborn muscle

The same old story

An exercise in futility

Prolonging the inevitable

Tail in teeth

Chin tucked and swinging

Headless vipers that don’t know that they’re dead yet

1 comment:

  1. You can't triple stamp a double stamp, Lloyd.


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