As They Fall

Some leaves
slide silent
down the
cold chute
of autumn.

Some leaves
swing to and fro,
making a dance
of dying.

Others crash
through the foliage,
clawing the bark
as they fall.

 


 

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Life (Remix #2)

Life, a continuous backing away from the edge.
Life, a slave to the money then you die.
Life, never walk under ladders.

I’m here in my mould, life.
I’ll take you up on a dare, life.
I’ll take you down the road, life.

Bitter sweet symphony, sing to me.
I’ll keep the airwaves free.
I’ll let the melody shine.


Original Sources:
The Girls. Emma Cline. Line 1
Bitter Sweet Symphony. The Verve. Lines 2, 4, 6-9
Life. Desiree. Lines 3, 5

blood lust

Clear tube fills,
dark blood swills
through a machine
that separates
red from the rest.

Without red cells,
blood is yellow
like the sunlight
filtering through
strip mall windows.

Men lie on beds,
women attend them.
Needles as hollow
as drainage ditches
dig into their arms,

drawing them
into a loop
with distant strangers,
these givers of life
to receivers unknown.


Word Prompt: lust