Holy Diver

(so i can't get this formatting this to work, but there are a bunch of crazy and wonderful line-breaks)

Ambient
Folds of reality
Noise behind
My head Behind
My ear-
Drum.
Tap
Tap
Tapping.
On my window
Pane?
Pain?
Paid for,
Pre-eminently
Perforated.
My Equilibrium
slides
further
and further
in two
Behind my eyes
that spot
Between
balance and brilliance
Between
Better and Best
Beyond the
sky, Before space
Between
my carpet and box-spring

When I see a vision
of a
Flash
Light
As my father and
save yourself.

I can't hear the grandfather clock
anymore, furthermore
I promised I wouldn't stay
down there
that long, but
the water is
cool, The only place I
hear the Cadence,
no more

pop.

Herman Trelle vs. Dan Williams

a box of springs

opening to a roll of paper

clashed with the notion of hurriedness

hiding something untold and undoing

centered to the extremities held so dearly

flashing colors of nostalgia

red

white

black

blue

this old town never held this box

filled with many a tear and woe

it once held straw

fed to a beast

forged with whip and booming voice

a tame and gasping yelp

despair so close that it grips the throat

leaves hand and hooves quivering

pace by pace weakening the knees

a slave or tool

of animal or being

worn down joints melding with tattered cloak

the man

the beast

one flesh

two beats

both beast

one kind

one tempered

the simple mind

turns and yields a process of progress

the end of the day comes

a field sowed then gleaned

agricultural circles

closed in this box

passed and buried behind



(KEEP IN MIND I WROTE THIS A LONG TIME AGO!! just found it.. *shrug*)
( I need help with line breaks, etc)

needed update.

After work I'll probably update this since I have a piece due Tuesday and.. well.. I just haven't been keeping up with this like i should.