i escher etch labyrinthine dreams
& crawl my cobwebbed understair
thumping feet on ceilings,
pounding fists in sand
empty-thoughted screaming
along the promenade while
their long gonnes fire rounds around
bloodsoaked murder in every sound
hammer march, hammer march
one two and two through
swinging scarlet soaks the gloom
and here i am, blind corner sitting
still singing of a time once free
still, a singing
5 responses to “still, a singing”
Oh that last line is incredible! Great writing.
Thank you, Jennifer 💙
Love this! Especially the fist line.
Thank you Bob. It does have a little essence of what you might write now that I read it again. Not quite. Similar DNA, I suspect. 😊
Definitely similar DNA!! 😊
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