Hanging in mid-air
not unlike tension
waiting to be sliced
at the smallest mention
then crumble from
that cold metal strike
covering the floor
in messy dislike
for the perpendicular
of Damocles' fame
Excuses, ideas
an issue so tame
is it the claim
to harshness

3 thoughts:

livinghigh Friday, June 03, 2005  

set of poems hanging in mid-air, i see. spin me a dream or a nightmare.. either way, don't keep me hanging.


. Friday, June 03, 2005  

umm, it sounds good, high, if I could be sure what you exactly meant...:)

. Friday, June 03, 2005  

but yes, it is a po'm sort of phase...

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