Thursday, January 27, 2011

A Casting Off Of Albatri 11


Strangle The Young



Rictus fingers
grasp at life,
can't cup it.

Ever,
all our nevers.

Sup it.

5 comments:

Jinksy said...

Life slips through all our fingers - all we can do is enjoy the sensation!

Whirlochre said...

I've got strawberry jelly at the moment, which is quite pleasant.

Hate it so much when it's walnuts. Or baboons.

Scarlet Blue said...

Imbibe!
Sx

jjdebenedictis said...

Your rarely grate.

(But seriously, this poem is awesome! So creepy and so brief; it's a testament to the potency of choosing exactly the right word.)

Whirlochre said...

Thanks, all.

Hopefully some sort of fun will resume shortly...