Crumbs
Baked. Burnt. Leftover.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
follow me
look up
to the word
word
as the word
word
does not only
define words
but is a
word itself
Friday, August 17, 2012
the chosen one
mobbed by you,
me, her and them
he threw a punch
in their gut and
thundered
“hail me not, for I know
not what I have done”
and the crowd went berserk
with resounding cheer
and applause
Monday, August 13, 2012
into the woods
only with a mind
to shatter the
did he
eventually scream
silence silence silence
silence silence silence
silence silence
Thursday, August 9, 2012
pied piper of dumblin
flow with them not
into the lap of tempatation
where the pen slips
slyly between the leaves
in and out, out and in (repeat)
only to spill the ink
and the crowd shall remember you
as the only one who dared
to follow
his nose
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
tamed
he tread timidly along her murderous curves,
slipping into the fiery crevice, never to be seen again
Monday, August 6, 2012
high
the whore
wondered why
interested
the
man
wasn’t
and
lap
he rather
her
put his head on
rested
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Play..
"relieve
my shadow", pleaded
the man to
his lord
slowly
stretching
out his hand
to extinguish
the only
lamp still
burning in
the room.
"your sympathy
is irrational", thundered
the lord
cracking a
whip on his
beloved subject's
hand,
fearing
to let go
the sole
endorser of
the game of
existence
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