Friday, March 18, 2011

Daydream

Ayaiayeeeee!!!
Banshee screams
Break through skin
Bubble through capillaries
Brawling vowels
Blister out of control
Banish all peace.

2 comments:

hillgrandmom said...

The poetry muse seems to be burning, blowing, through you, bursting out of you.
The 'Trapped' one--fiery and sad.

3inone said...

@hgm
It happens when I relinquish control and let the words take over. The sad ones need their day in the sun too.