in passing.

words of an abandoned blog

floating in space like debris displaced from 

wrecked ship cased in

hyperdrive folded blind

folded, I’M

molded grime golden shine chosen I’M

frozen time open mind scared of rhyme,

her reason, my bleeding, their season,

the breeding of even thinking about leaving it all

is drawing away in stages

pass the margin’s call and the pages laws,

the gravity of certain reality’s

 impact and fall

can cause a fear of living life,

minimized and penalized for not being baptised

in Oscar’s eyes, not IMAX size,

sharing sound

connecting eyes and looking around,

i’m bound to forms of depression

they haven’t come up with a name for, yet

we still accept them like visa-master card-expressed

hard feelings undressed for this one night head stand

an inch from the edge of the cliff of a ledge at the tip of the said

sad song known as

‘they’re gone.’

~ by blackatticus on July 30, 2009.