Saturday, 19 July 2008

Old skool poetry 2 - Humpty dumpty


It falls slowly


through a sludge of time and distance

the jelly of dramatic slow motion.

It's screams are silent

mine have more volume

the despair of the helpless onlooker

I watch with gravity

as impact occurs:

the shatter of shell and bowl

the spill of yolk and transparent goo

that egg is dead.

I must just point out that I was not smoking mari-joo-ana at the time of writing this.

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