It's just so much compost

Heart bunches
tied up
left out in the rain

Mistaken for a lump of
meat

It will be mulch
before long

Spinner

Rushing

down

along

forward

backward

and

always

s w i i i i r l i n g

Fighting to

hold

a sight on a stable

object

How can you

tell

how fast you are

going

if you have no

reference?

Sin Eater

That last poem counts, dammit.

Five days on, and I have another entry. So much for my "I'll write every day" promise. Well screw me, I don't have to listen to that guy, I'll post when I damn well please.

However, I shall amend my promise. I shall submit four (FOUR/4/2+2) things every week. Good or bad. I can't get better if I don't write something, after all.

So, here it is, Sin Eaters (for lack of a better tittle, I've never been good at tittles). I keep looking at it, and keep thinking it's not finished, but I can't bring myself to write anything more. Every time I write something, it is crap. The mojo of this piece ended where it ended, I'm afraid.

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Twenty types of sin
Follow me around

Stare at me with their mirror eyes
They hide behind busy corners
and plot with busy minds

Their bodies are glutted with ages
Dedicated to their unasked worship

Given or taken

Every time you look upon them
Their skin of roughshod feathers
Beckons and mocks
With equal enthusiasm

Is this a poem?

Yes

Rain-bow

Have you ever seen the inside of a rainbow? It's like the outside, yet different Keep running and you'll find it Or you won't If you find it, you will thank me If you don't, then wasn't the chase fun?

Love Bludgeon

Great fun, people

Little love puppet plays the part
But a puppet is not a real boy

It's made of wood

But in the absence of love it does the job

Empty calories
Makes you fat
What you need is a

Banana

It seems everyone has a blog these days. It also seems everyone starts a blog with those words. And these. Damnit. Clichéd from the start.


Anyway, to the core of the matter: I shall strive to post something here every day. Something, damnit, anything! I shall write, I shall force myself to do what I command!

It's a lie and we all know it.

On the up side I can use my previously written tosh to fill in the gaps. Huzzah!