A Brand of Absurity

calling up old age in the ages

A Brand of Absurdity


I feel the darkness wrap around my fingers
You can hear night calling
Sense a rush of silver camping on my head
A brand of absurdity stamped on my breast
The ages meet your decaying smile
Lastly we shall wed the sky!

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Kind of gruesome. Don't you think Jacob?

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when our marriage is to the sky....then we know we have seen it all, and lived it all....

what great expression and imagery.

j.