Lead-Canned Fish

Pardon this intrusion
to your vein of
silvery-smelly bloods,
carefully homogenized;
for the taste of mercury
in lead-canned fish,
manufactured by
scouring a sea of serpents;
anticipating in fanged feints, the
risk of toxins for a purpose inherently
industrial.
The interruption, boils down
to an aquatic chowder
served at midday;
only delayed by the jeopardy
to merely seize it.
May you savor this moment.




[16:55|24.3.2020] ©c.thom.carter

Read the Smells

Read the smells,
I dreamt alone...
Too young to dive,
Unprepared.

Reason to,
paint the pain,
fill my hands;
no more deranged.

Know, now, we are among you.
No more, a simple sheen.
With eyes afire,
and bodies glowing;
To retch the keys,
and unlock your doors.

Read the spells,
I add your hair.
Too young to thrive,
Unimpaired.

The season to,
break the chains;
fill our hands,
no more estranged.

Know, now, we are among you.
We heard, your secret scream.
With minds aflame,
and souls of morning;
To retch the key,
and unlock your door.



[19:36|06.4.2020] ©c.thom.carter

Exigent Egression

Weapons of mass transition,
an inhabitation of exigent egression;
A watering down of a wearing down'ed infrastructure
funnels towards the eye of a stitching utensil.
A yawning fountain gulps down the rebuffed in excess,
while advertising reprocessed impurity
to improve flavor and fill plastic vendibles.



[13:47|14.3.2020] ©c.thom