Four Chapters
Chapter I :
She is firmly pressed
to the wall,
Knife on the neck
..life on the edge.
Plug into a socket
fitting
but no connection.
Teary sullen sky
on the rooftop,
stretching
space
so vast
silently
down
dragging
black mascara
acid
in ditches
to the chin
to the chest
left holes
in the soul.
Chapter II:
Tiny beads of sweat
dripping off his shrunken face,
skinny tattooed arms and lower back
Gleefully glittering ,
slowly then quickly
pouring
in ponderous cadence
like a sudden flood from a cliff
as he proceeds
in fast motions.
Chapter III:
Finish line-he sought long time ago-
Actually from afar
seems to appear,
but no trophy
on the table sets ,
No medals
in a case
will be held by a pretty girl after the tape be cut,
'A pretty girl
is here'
He grinned at his thoughts.
'The award of my long time
waiting in a bush,
Captive
she is
by me,
a hyperactive
I am,
an accelerative
with a receptive
in a land rans amok
by a crazy war'
Chapter IV:
Peccant souls
stalking,
webs woven
in every dark lane,
innocent souls
in helter skelter,
no roadmap,
no aces up the sleeves,
No revolving lights
can seen whereabouts
No warning sign placard
can seem to send shivers down spines
No horizon
Can seem to embrace noble hooves
Or any sky shrieks,
Just a dark sketch
grows tremendously
with every thrust;
Just a scant faint breath
slowly
sucked in,
pushed out
by preys
as if they were dying horses prior taking mercy bullets
With every drop of blood
oozing thighs
they know
The ground stained,
The soul stained,
The career stained,
Forever wedged
as a scarlet letter women
between walls of ice dark ages.
