nuts & bolts

need a wrench

nuts & bolts

i have called upon myself to listen to the nuts & bolts of form 

weathered by storm, blown to bits by a tidal wave of words,

I hear itching in souls unborn, mastering the vapor of ethereal form,

readied by a gangplank of blind feet walking the edge

sure they scream upon catching sun’s light

spirits formed in human skin is new to them

but i advise in my nuts & bolts way

be quiet and still child so you can soar!

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you!

Jackson my dog is itching I think that’s where it came from.

Regards,
Al

[Moonie]

"I hear itching in souls unborn," is my favourite line from here! I love the little instances of alliteration scattered here and there!