Cracked Sound

These gurgles and hurdles
Of cracked sound rebellion
And the whispers of restless catarrh,

Hard in the distance,
Resistance is futile
And the cars slip
All nowhere like tar,

Creeping to gutters
All stutters and sadness,
All sickness and stiff, weary strife,

A stillness is glooming
And brooding with nothing
In the park that’s devoid of all life.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: