Lonelier Humanities

Pushing heavy endurance
siphoning sleepy semblances of energy;
the days flow with epitaphs of stone
quarried deeper within lonelier humanities;
their ghostly grasping at meaningful looks,
glances even...
Finding too many disembodied voices
stripped of bloodied warmth.
Some waiting in cellular-lacking chambers,
anticipating emancipating visitation.

The length of the sentences spoken,
with written tomes to follow
constrained struggles to shatter shackles,
so easily installed.

Morning voices wakening somnolent sympathies,
card-drawn soothsaying pressures
imparting barometric personality lifts;
bringing the lie-still attitude
into a dismantlement.

Past the prime viewing window,
not every road leads to dimming horizons,
and waning readership.




[22:38|31.8.016]©c.thom.carter

Of Hearts in Attack

Freezing blue cardiac-arresting scares,
the flip'sided street marathon undertoning
running ripp'd paper rivers,
wandering their words with wound'rous power.

My pupil, deflected and dejected,
turn ye then thee thou'sand dressings of injurious sea-tines;
Pealing resonant gauze over burstingly bloody drums,
tuned with taut snares meant for the
preying inhabitants of peopled principalities.

Of coursing through pathways,
neurologic impulses intrepidly
winning relayed deliverances, on into
yesterday's endings;
giving credited distinction
to second-placing 'tickers'.





[19:44|16.8.016] ©c.thom.carter