Peacocks feathers point to brick and the thud that sounds through the shrill whistle of polluted, relaxed air- infiltrates a sun drenched corpse-like peace.

Only breathing separates life from eternity, so catch your oxygen lively and hold on to it for you will never see the thief coming.

As I pondered this kettle of boiling mist from evaporated thoughts of ground teeth, I realised that nothing forced could truly lay claim to being genuine- and so my pen picked me up to translate the indecipherable education my ignorance had saw fit to infect me with.

And black as the ink in my nights was, staining all clarity with defiance to move, I sampled the air and satisfied a crush my dreams had night after day.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s