Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Pressure born & marred

A tableau course and shot most colourless,
the scene set still.
Third person running, addressed from each angle,
Recreant monologue a sound on loop,
a heavy ball bounced back.

Dreary dictum bethinking acrimony inside,
the pendulum of drastic bios, confessions most terrible,
Tortured brainwork to punished pinballs that strike.
Two strikes and return,
Two strikes and relaunch.

Music and moments fasten musings to conclude,
The power to suck air, the tower the smother.

A pledge to take bullets, a turn to fire three.

A pledge to take bullets, very quick to fire three.