Friday, June 27, 2008

Communicable

When muscles warped and shuttles zoomed
who knew what insidious illness loomed
for remnants cut so many times
that only fragile fringe remains
to dangle like forgotten chimes
as any wind worth catching wanes.

Decaying streets became a sheath
exposing cobblestones beneath
that fester like infected cuts
in need of an effective cure
but all there is are deeper ruts
ensuring sickness will endure.

6 comments:

Gerald Galindez said...

Hi bob,

its nice to have you back again ~_^
im really pleased. im even pleased coz you gave a compliment to my poem,

as you've always been an inspiration

you've influenced my a lot bob. thanks

gerald...

Gerald Galindez said...

Grotesque.... ~_^

rch said...

Hey Gerald, nice to be back, thanks for all your comments, I really appreciate it. Take care,

Bob

Crunchy Weta said...

is are
bizarre
Nice :-)

rch said...

Hey Glen, long time no see, how are you man? I just checked your site and will be over to listen when I have a few extra minutes. Nice to hear from you my friend!

Noah the Great said...

Ooh! I love the vocabulary used in this piece. Awesome, awesome, awesome!

Fester is one of my favorite words.