03 November 2008

mix-tape paint.

These jarring lines
from my ears to my mind
from metallic to melted in 60 milli.
No troubles either but no fun really.
A vacuous enjoyment, ready made,
As empty as light when it is in shade,
a useless entity falling apart,
a black hole where there used to be a heart.

1 comment:

semaphore said...

I love this poem. You're at your strongest when your tone is ironic, humorous, and when you're bolstered by structure, as in the couplets in this work.