She’s Gone

Eyes bemused – A disconnect Dermal swathes of young and old Reject the guessing of your age You’re blind – A blueprint for blankness Your dreaming pipes through nothingness – Are you still afloat? – atop the oceans, Heaving, heavy over Hell, Boiling, spoiling in a mind that couldn’t cope. Ah! but Death smiles And so do you Kissing Him Is all to do! Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011 The Suicide Train suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide suicide