PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I dreamed of my body, sunken and wasting, standing next to you.
A skeleton clattering and bleached white in a carnival fair.
A smile drawn thin on greying lips and
no soul behind those sunken shadow eyes, dull blue like a stone next to the sky.

We are a repressed memory of where we sailed on roller coaster suicide teases on Independence Day,
two wandering freigners in a strange land, still alien to each other, always dreaming of Denver.

No conversion could save our biochemical charge which wracked our brains and lit our hearts with fire;
No nation could contain us in its brainwashed aquarium glass;

While our cyborg expressions rammed against them with internet waves and digital activism,
our fists found each other for solace, our tears cleansed us of those impurities,
and sound waves reverberated into musical language to which we fled through smoke clouds and
imagination.