black feathers

i'm sharing things found

face down

            while drowning - i - cant - feel - myface

anymore,

but then again

thats whut happens when

holding ur breath                  hoping for rescue

waiting for

silver bullet to break thru

impenetrable wolf skin.

i'm sharing black feathers

                  broken crow

                  its a mad world we live in.

we both

try to write poetry

like an interlude to a movie - where - every'n - dies

but nobody cries,

they all sit awkwardly

punching popcorn into head holes

while try'n not to breathe.

this is the movies.

tits out & misbehavin' in the back row

while drug addicts

pinch veins -

dyin' & tryin' to look alive.

                    they say

                    if you sit too close

                    to anything in life

                    u'll clutch ur heart like a waltz

in slow motion.