Shattered mice

by August   Oct 12, 2004


Opening doors
Closing lives
Breaking on walls
Seeing blindly without actually looking
Closing books
Breaking on women, on clothing, on lunch
Climbing on walls
Living life's lies
Of shattering mice and breaking men
Timid and fatal, haphazard disease
Collapsing and reaching and stretching so thin
Fractured glass eyes
Organ transplant
Who shattered the mice and broke all the men?

Breathing without passion
Synthetically colored skin
Their rise and demise
Can never come again
Love of the concrete
Flowers of a drink
Flowing and constructing
Goodbye, men who think
Over the inverted cliff
A billion lies
Always seem to miss
The men who give death
The fireless kiss

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  • 13 years ago

    by August

    not the classic war hero, but rather a purposeful role and a full life

  • 13 years ago

    by August

    not the classic war hero, but rather a purposeful role and a full life

  • 13 years ago

    by Kevin

    Man powerfully descriptive piece...i love having to think about what each line could mean.

    So you seem to be struggling or at the very least contemplating in a major way the mans role in this modern world as opposed to the classic war hero of the past....is this your central issue right now?....your current theme?