some dumb prose

Blue neon digital numbers scream in blazing blinks.

Like luminol pushed into open wounds

grand gestures blanketed beneath masks of sinful smiles

and half closed eyes…

grace never showed her face to these walls

nor did hope

and they fought with each other all day any way

so why even bother trying to get the two together?

I spotted a shadow over my left shoulder

thought it might have been you, I

guess I was wrong.

My smile was caught in the pillow

lost in the wash

never to return here again

 

~ by Timbre on April 13, 2008.