Brittle rust~petals blindly ::blink:: in joints
the smoothboned sweep gone gritty from foil flowers,
their perfectly perforated edges
griptoothed and fiercely hungry
Bi-ting tighTly
Jailors. Losing their g.r.i.p

They delight in doubt, gorge on its fattening flesh and
rooodly ooozing.
each gobfull (swells) their softening clamp-grip
drag days
through ragged dreams
and quietly closer
to dawn.

copyright ebbyeasby/beeskiffle 2014


~ by Beeskiffle on March 15, 2014.

One Response to “clockwork”

  1. How lovely to read your words again. And now I found that ‘follow’ button, I will never miss another word. All the sounds in this. They make me full and very content. ((((((you)))))

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