Sunday, 19 June 2016

Better Days

Thought I would share my thoughts today with a poem...


Better Days
Better days...
Under the guise of our kind,
Grotesques rise
goblin shaped
invisible dreaming
on pinnacled nails which
prickle the skin,
the malignant
pouring of
death,
dripping
enchantments
festering
for
Better days are
the authored diabolicals,
the nightmare wind,
that flurries
unfiltered unflattering flies
from Dali's womb
outside the inside.
Pouring.
Dripping.
Festering
for