Monday, March 1, 2010

silent screams

This is simple... really!
I mean, how hard can it be?
Across 7 inches of ply,
and border of two iron arms.
On a lazy February morning,
Wrapped in the last of the dying winter's fading fog,
across 7 inches of ply;
It's the silence that's chilling,
that's filling the space between with vacuum;
An impenetrable wall of uncomfortable twitching.
But, how hard can it be?
Across 7 inches of ply...