Monday, August 08, 2011

Vertigo


Late summer spiders
Span sedate this Sunday dream
Catch the feted flies
Of muted minutes in-between

Tuck them in goodnight
In beds of gardens green
And hollow out
The future’s opaque screen

Late summer spiders
Across the garden green
Skittle skate Sunday late
The future’s hollow scream

5 comments:

Tom said...

frightening

Pouting Bear said...

The picture brings BeksiƄski to mind.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Tom: aww cute spiders scary?

P.Bear: you're right! Love his stuff.

Harlequin said...

welcome back; an appropriately rhythmic and noir return.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: here's to that funky noir rhythm, a dance we all know :)