by day we feast on sweaty mediocrity
hunched over keyboards dripping with seed
a thousand lovely ants shackled by sin
but the night is ours to wander
to stand under the colossal slate sky
our souls alive and burning like the first flame
brought to life by flint and tinder
we float up through roofs and windows
and set our minds free in the vastness of conscience
elPintor
Fri 26th Aug 2016 02:58
I'm thinking Atari or IBM..for sanity's sake, screw aesthetics..
thanks elP. im glad you enjoyed it. thanks for the feedback on the visual as well, i keep meaning to put more of my visual work up but my computer is so slow to do anything (its 25 years old) that i never do it. tomorrow i will!
elPintor
Fri 26th Aug 2016 01:02
The title is effin' great..and then, the way you describe h(im) for all who may not know..couldn't be more fitting those who count the minutes down to shedding their masks.
elP
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Sarah Hill
Tue 6th Sep 2016 05:56
Hi Stu, I love the magical image of floating like an ash ember. Free to explore. Great poem.