Saturday, April 21, 2007

SHINE LIKE BLACK


as i lay there playing dead
time infested bleeding scars
being watched by millions
who traveled across the dunes
deserts of nothingness
breeze so morose
the chants getting stronger
"Wake up! Wake up!"
I raise myself to peer
only to shudder at the magnitude
of pleasure everybody derived
when I lay there playing dead but did not die

- PP