Sunday, October 4, 2009

AND ENDLESS BITS


WORDS
LIKE BULLETS
TEAR THE AIR
FIND THEIR MARK
AND BURY THERE

MEANINGS SLAM
AGAINST THE
MIND 
THEIR RESIDUES
THEY LEAVE BEHIND

LIKE COLORS THROWN
IN FURIED FITS
THE REDS
THE BLUES
AND ENDLESS BITS

OF SPLATTER
BLASTING
LIGHT AND HUE
A RAINBOW BURNING
IN THE DEW

AGAINST THE WILL
OF FRENZIED THOUGHT
A POINT OF VIEW
IS FINELY
WROUGHT

Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009

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