Assault on the receiver


Blend into the nigh
where I am I
and you
all I can perceive.

A grammatical error?
An unsuspected result
of a brain running mad?

The night is I,
the you is I.
The afterbirth
is decaying.

The result of my effort,
a futile attempt to gain control
of the continuous,
the assault on the receiver.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-04-20 at 21:24

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John Ashleigh
Intelligent use of words - and vivid, like a slap in the face.

I really enjoyed reading this.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-22