meow

carnage
white noise
shattered silence
broken toys
all surround us
in the night of the deed
in the deed of the knight
in the middle of the flight
subconsciously streaming
in a tattoo like stacatto
in a bass drum type hum
till the heavens open up in a closing motion
till the notion spells forth gloriously dull
and then it settles in a roar like a meow
in a purr like a pistol shot
in a barking gun madness like a candy pop
and yep in the blink of an eye
till it closes fourth
for the fifteenth time
until there is a rhyme
a yank like dime
covered in grime
or was that crime
till there is no more clouds, soft and white
wispy and grey
only silence surrounded by boys
a cellar full of boys
an empty bucket full of wholes and no Joys
the lightning has gone black
and the life has gone too
sometimes we stick around
that I will do
that is true
so we hurry on our own little race
at our own little pace
in our own little place
being other beings glue
which is sometimes...