...here's one that's not good...

[Cobalt60]

Silver Lips

distances were so far away from each other

that morning afternoon, all next day that day:

paper matches were telephone poles;

other objects taken in hand formed chunks of thick (like life)

--it appeared we drank up living people who'd forgotten how, didn't know,

to struggle...

the remoteness!

hands reached out but only batted the air,

touching what perspectives were involved instead;

each mourned for the other, silently, far...

a parallax side of life entirely--

people being people only missing their humanity--

an autumnal species, October beings, winter ones

wrapped in their own separate dreams and nightmares

of what it's all about yet sharing secret longings desires tragedies

of a kind and type and sort surely someone else must know about:

...of these solitary lives lived out most fully under cover;

hidden in the day by guise of humans in the sun...

i have no doubt but that if another had not come by to take my place

i would be sitting there yet, dust-covered--

looking at their silver lips, those--

[Clarakore]

October Beings.

Resonates.

[Professor T]

dark.. sobre..

hated it..

[Cobalt60]

thank you very much...sometimes it gets painted the way I see it, and thats what I saw then.