an excuse, the recluse

this is terrible, but a writing none the less.

 Done with pretending,

with glazed inanimate eyes that watch the whole scenario playe out

out with dust in the wind,

dust in the lungs that are choking  up

choking in

with the rest of the street side stalkers walking barefoot in the ash of their illusion

walking hand in hand with the detruction they used to create

and pontificate thier worlds.

living and dying on each word.

doing it all with a smile on the face-

the parting of minds, the parting with love-

the knife that slices just to watch solidary confidiment-

into two, into numerous amounts.

they come by the dozens and leave by the hundreds.

Reviews

[hey]

this is gorgeous. i really loved the second half.

[An owl on the moon]

I felt like I was walking through a dark street in Wonderland; floating slowly through a crowd of restless, listless faces... Abstract at times, yet the world in your words is real, is deep, is passionate... So I say I'm done with pretending... So glad you wrote again...

Craig

[Wondering Mind]

I didn't find this terrible at all! In fact, it's thought provoking and deep in meaning with clever touches