Saturday, April 14, 2012

untitled

I decay
like moist
poison
coursing through one's veins,
releasing its contents
to a greater system.

Be brave!
Set your summer language
beneath your fingertips
and let it lick pages,
fiddling its own way.

Do not let your words
die.
Sweat and scream
ugly whispers into the fog.
Let your tongue fight the
bitter taste of death
and indifference.


3 comments:

Shubhodeep Pal said...

Adrian,

So glad to see you writing again. I remember you as Stan Laurel, though. :) It's been a long time. How have you been?

Keep writing.

Shubhodeep

Adrian Neibauer said...

Thanks! I do remember you as well. It has been a busy year with grad school, but I plan on writing whenever I can (creatively, that is). I am doing far too much technical writing the moment. I need a summer break!

Good to see you. I will wander over to your site and read some writing.

Shubhodeep Pal said...

Lovely to be around here again. It's been rather long since I roamed these alleys. Must revive the blog.

See you around!

Shubhodeep