Thursday, March 29, 2012

Dance Machine - A Fool for Techno

Breakin' the Fourth Wall








Oh, brake lights
my body has 'em.
Seize my pedal, Stranger,
to keep it from engaging
the lights of No.

My brain is not minding
the store of Self today.
It will dance me
til death.

Oh, my.
Oh, my
darkling chorus is on
strike-
ing
cliffs
above Dover.




@kshawnedgar

1 comment:

blackswanpoetry said...

I can relate to this ..lol Have a good picnic