Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Impressions of the Crowd [May 12th | 119/365]

Beneath platinum hair
An iron face regarding
With a look alien and impersonal
Bending towards an openness
Emphatic of suggestion

Noting discolorations of surface
Without tone or hue
The mark of picture upon idea
Heading towards the sounds
Of a universe of justice and love

Sleep privies the unlikely dreamer
Wakefulness the alert
There is no need for imagery
On your bare walls
Only a disassociative mind

No comments:

Post a Comment