PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Braking fingers is easier than making friends,
Sometimes less toxic are our choices to stay in on a Saturday night.
The same slithering people keep slinging advice; my moneys on you will be switching sides any day.
A continuum of unfortunate moments fills these days,
Chewing glass for breakfast nails for lunch, shit for dinner.
Leaving as fast as we came no simple moment,
Never taking a second to catch are footing.
A modern moment stuck in the screen as giant buckets of rust come hurdling at us.
You will always find me staring in the wrong direction at odd angles.
Look in the funny box it will magnify the fate we been searching so desperately for,
Soft voices squealing in rubberized tones.
Your secrets are safe with me but be careful who you inform
I’m much kinder then the average person.
They may inform you that we sit below the answers,
But I know it’s all about how light bends.
You know something about ashes, I
Know all about tasting blood in the morning,
We're always slamming fingers in doors.