22/03/2011

Lining the Sirens

Swinging from the multicoloured sky, hands greedily clasp single-colour arcs
palms char emerald and arms strain amber as feet search for stable ground to land on

Crawling on the ground, faces emerge from liquid concrete, spiting philosophy
insects contaminate current preoccupations as they seal nicks and knot scars

Drifting within the subconscious, foreign thoughts circle betrayal into themselves
combusting downward, gliding along abstract spines, only to diminish to the sound of sirens