Let's Build Power-Lines

Flushed organs;

fluted pipes pushing puffs of atmosphere;

a dying record of melody

losing life in an aged brain;

the stain of a life lived to the brink

of eruption

of deduction

dividing ions...

...the purge legitimizes

the addictive electron;

Let's take pockets of anarchy

from the derelict corners of our minds

exchanging their constituents

for plastic chips and diamond salsa.

I bleed light from the edge of the fray.

The wound?

A lack of faith,

a lack of humility,

a lack of reverence.

Let's build power-lines;

the evidence of an expansive conquering border.

Licking snake-eyes to pay for

serpent-skin boots.

Throw me one last disastrous smile.

Show me my thoughts are meaningless.

[22:21|08.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter