no title

FinsburyParkCarrots

Black dust mist, clatter like spearsplit armour
where we lie, bloodfroth proclaiming,
"We fight to gain the ground a caged bird fled;
watch its shadows on our dying breasts",
Rise in song in whitebeat ranging wings.

justam

I like the way this sounds, but I'm not yet sure what it's saying.

FinsburyParkCarrots

If it's any good, we'll never be sure.

justam

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

If it's any good, we'll never be sure.

Well then, here's to uncertainy!

steppenwolf

Dylanesque, with a helping of some old-fashioned poet guy whose name i can't think of.

burtschips

i like that. Did you do a Haiku version earlier? The language paints a vivid picture.

FinsburyParkCarrots

No, that was another example of an automatic typing experiment.

Nast

Hello was walking down the road,
was with them,
from a few lines within.

From time there was a story,
and said "I saw really a whole."
To know who is really...

and every truth will play.

I have so much.
On his face.
A true.
His voice in my only happens imagery in the jury is so.
The shoe crazy file as though her later his hands of the game of the the the a very good guy I say, who is ready made his goal.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Nast wrote:

Hello was walking down the road,
was with them,
from a few lines within.

From time there was a story,
and said "I saw really a whole."
To know who is really...

and every truth will play.

I have so much.
On his face.
A true.
His voice in my only happens imagery in the jury is so.
The shoe crazy file as though her later his hands of the game of the the the a very good guy I say, who is ready made his goal.

That sounds like something Syd Barrett wrote the other day.

Nast

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

That sounds like something Syd Barrett wrote the other day.

Who's that?