The Little Pond

Brain bits Upon the ground SPIT Contains an element Testament Pain Irreverent Irrelevant Thrumming In a drowned-out Overtone A soul floats Survives Just … In all I spat A call See it Swimming Frothing as it swears Amylase dying Denatured Saliva speaks alone Clears the ire … I feel as grey as lead Dark death-grey Accentuating weight Cold weight Cold-grey death-weight My message Frothing in the dirt The little pond Inside us Outside Fucks me up We hide Inside a mother … I turn to drink I'll drink to that Will SHE? The quiet Mirrored eyes of Psychic 50: 50 Love As 40: 60 - I'll check for her disguise Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012