Tuesday, August 01, 2006

There is no connection
The ports collect dust

Ties are loose and tenuous
Ends are faded and frayed

Hell is in the fingertips
hovering over my breath

signal strength is low
the files are corrupted

3 Comments:

Blogger ketki said...

nice poem1
keep writtin'!
:)

10:31 PM  
Blogger Slain said...

whirling little tongues smattering essence o'er steel cup with searing froth leasing life from the air itself in chamber blackened by lackadaisical shine 'pon portly frame ensconcend with a mortal agony

2:20 AM  
Blogger PerversoActor said...

Hola... I've been away for a while engaged in subversive activities.. (hey secret services, it is a JOKE ok, don't want you comming to my home and breaking the door and taking me to Guantanamo ok)...

Now I'm back,
Un beso,
PVA

2:00 AM  

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