Mold for Company

Opaque green glow on my fly infested home
A foundation of hoarded scraps of metal and wire
Circuit boards hooked through Styrofoam
and used napkins

Bzzzzzzzzz goes the fluorescent tilt
of cased steel and bulb
The voices of a crashed signal - a crashed station
Pumping heavily through through a raccoon's skull

Swarmed, unidentified invaders
Taking aim at acid-drenched papers

Poison vapors, escaping through tarps
Above on a formation of pink insulation
Are wicked, junkyard angels
Playing their harps

Reviews

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

You viewed the things minute and molded in a poetic form good, how come you think so abstract and still make it to a nice blend? Very imaginative...

[Matching Socks]

Wasn't really crazy about this one, in fact I think it really sucks. You used through twice back to back in the same sentence and in general I'm left wondering what de-ranged mind has written such useless garbage. Dude, my recommendation? You gotta trash this shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Poem.

OK OK OK....

I liked it.
Are you experimenting with mold?
A lot.

[Zack Valenta]

I am ignorant to this jealousy! xD

[Matching Socks]

As if.........

[J. Kell]

I think this is genius. Great write, I especially enjoyed the ending, very imaginative.

[Zack Valenta]

Thank you!

[Ian Gilmour]

The choice to see beauty in things is surprisingly a hard choice. Your poem addresses that well, especially with an ending that really seals it. This is a great read and the ending is absolutely perfect and drives home the points you are addressing.