Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Ship's Sails.

drink tears from sorrow
the shell it overturns
glasses shatter of tomorrow
bleeding through the urn

breaking of the bottle
gears grinding in reverse
cats got the caudal 
personality inverse

questions taunt the knowledge
skin falling from the rails
pain a makeshift haulage
lost ship with tattered sails

silence breaks the windows
nails splinter endless walls
hope becomes the widow
whispers written in the stalls 

 speak in scattered phrases
write only metaphors
a spectator's eyebrow raises
reminiscent of before