JimiJamesThe2nd
Registered User
Join date: Jan 2012
175 IQ
#1
incandescent luminary tombstone
stitched upon black and purple felted skyline
changing now to light brown and faded gray-greens
returning now to home and all those delicate home-things
quietly floating down I-35 in a coma or a day dream
A tailor traces softly along an unwritten seam
fingers pitched and poised for irreverent exchange of breathing
bracing now for Winter and a subtle deconstruction of my being
incandescent luminary tombstone
how glad I am that it's you that I've been seeing.
Flevi
Registered User
Join date: Oct 2012
166 IQ
#2
This makes me feel cold and damp, I read it like a rap song for some reason, I like it
JimiJamesThe2nd
Registered User
Join date: Jan 2012
175 IQ
#3
Thanks, Flev. Anything from anyone would be entirely welcomed, too. I don't write much anymore. I need to know how bad I've gotten.