Tap the Board

Posted on by meltingneurons

Oh how the-

-text spurls

words curling

mind unfurling

language purring

heart stirring

as the fingers tap the board.

Where “in vitro” vitriol meets

“in serial” sequel

harmonics liquefy verbs to dust

bind to the ears

cause au01ditory rust

shifting notes to more than two tones

breaking neural casings far from home.

Here they lay

-down to sleep

Blissful concepts

-in the layers of deep

When they woke

-blessed be

A magicians breath

-for all to see.

Angled for the torture rack

severed laughter

looping track

limp nuance

filthy slack

lands nothing

continues attack.

“Future memories” become the present

recollection stirs of ambition spent

on the cusp of something new

everything drained

from what once was you.

In the reading

find the thoughts

delightful rummaging

in haggard troughs.

Text spurls

words curling

mind unfurling

language purring

heart stirring

as the fingers tap the board.

Ink Leaks

Posted on by meltingneurons

Spilling ink from your soul.

Loosening around the edges,

With screws tweaked hard until they’re embedded deep.

Frothy blackened ink flows with silkiness,

Out across the indents to smear your tools.

Graceful and petulant the grime shines,

A mirrored tone that shakes each reflection.

Fingers slide off in an impatient rush,

Avoiding the wandering glaze seeping out with each torque.

Whetstone polish to sharpen the blade,

That soldiering behemoth of broken muse will never do as bade.

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