'A More' two thinks

I believe myself that I will weep!

but rather these tears I will keep;

for wasted will, and wanted not

by one who has so soon forgot.

-c thomas c-

Ca-cake

under a red

plastic thing

left side shed

picked up

piece of

shingle

underneath equals

House-Key

-c thomas c-

In Flight

Who verily lives,

and who truly does not?

The currency of the world; a trend of

isolation...

committed to an 'online' evolution.

And where wires fail

transceivers push up faults;

yet signals are still disintegrated.

Noise in silence once again

looming in every ghostly shadow.

-c thomas c-

Fields

killing to the sound of a name

adding to the smoldering heap

we play this game

of death

of mourning

of revenge

answering blood with bone

and bone with blood

one-eyed equals

and fingers broken

feet dashed

smashed with heavy stones

-c thomas c-

Singes

Jane Jane my Chain!
She sings and singes my eyesight!
I always return to her phantom voice in my mind
...able to reach outside the inside...
teaching me the dance as we both go along...
soon she'll let me lead,
and we'll begin again.

I've got to encompass
the whole of it again...
I need to take my world
back into my mind...
call me a control freak or not...
the people are barely aware of it anyway.

Someone needs to contain the 'breakout'.
It hurts me the least I think...
so that is why I do it.

Deaf Deaf
I make my teeth pierce the air.
I taste the sounds of her music
...it smells beneath a flame...
a conscious stream of input.


[07.6.011]©c.thomas.carter

Icee

Back to the Ice.

Life is getting too warm these days.

Prepare matrices for recompilation

as Ark begins to form again.

I wept today

for a moment...

from the beauty

of the thoughts before me.

I'm recalling many faces and memories

...some in particular

are very hard to maintain...

cracks in the temperature...

they hurt of course,

but my heart is so used

to breaking

that the information flows like a river.

[01.6.011]©c.thomas.carter