The Seconds
This is about the conflict between the now and what may or may not be yet to come.
The Seconds belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Everyday Life, The Word Tree and WMGThe seconds press;
splitting me
like meat through a grinder.
Pink and purulent,
fat mottled and greasy.
Drilling into my skull
then creeping,
winding,
wild and spring loaded
like a gnash-ready jaw
Pushing,
eyes on the target,
the next purpose,
the next task:
Perennial
Only slowing
when the generous sun
kisses,
thaws,
and lull the seconds to sleep.
burntblue
this is awesome imagery!
love the sparse style and the light touch you have given this piece!