i find myself
reaching
for the words
the words themselves
evasive at best
hover above and around
baffling mosquitoesque motes
flitting in and beyond
shadows
ahead and behind
and i find
a dull sharpness
silky, slippery
a keen softicity
a sandpaper sneer
the lost and the near
and the words
that i do manage
to catch
pierce
my hands
my glands
my heart
my smart
my whole
my soul
they are like
jagged jigsaw pieces
sharp of both edge
and intent
each edge barbed
each intent
flaccid
each barb poisoned
and masturbation
becomes
the automaton waving
of a spit sodden flag
at the floor
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (2)
Brenton, you are indeed unique and engaging. There are lines in this that are head shakingly exquisite.
This was different. Great work creating something unique and full of meaning.