WORDS
LIKE BULLETS
TEAR THE AIR
FIND THEIR MARK
AND BURY THERE
MEANINGS SLAM
AGAINST THE
MIND
MIND
THEIR RESIDUES
THEY LEAVE BEHIND
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