death is not a sterile shine

death is not a sterile shine
on kitchen sink oblivion
a blast a dent surprise
jumping from darkness
into a different darkness

there is a tide in a dream
rolling ever faster
over silent sand submission
there is a light switch
no man will find

there is panic in all words
copper pipes breaking
to the sound of doctors running
weird tones collapsing
on fake Persian carpets

brutality is poor man's frustration
see his lizard bleeding
into dead ire feeding
the psycho goat
brutality needs surgery




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-11-01 at 21:59

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