Thursday, May 14, 2015

Poetry - click click shit

Thoughts linger like tendrils of soft grass,
caressing skin, tips of nerves... retired...
Reaching.
Dulled memory then sharply keened
tingling.. like a disturbed pond.

Sense, assaulted with clips from another time.
Too close for comfort,
sticky, sap clinging
Boredom holes that allow
 smirks through

Forget, taunts memory, just try to forget. 

When,

click, click,
shit..

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