Free Verse Friday

Abrasive, cut like a diamond, flexing muscles imprinted like a brand on beef cattle

Stuffed like a sausage in its casing, linked to all the others, lined up for the slaughter

Cold, hard cash, frozen like tundra, judge, jury and executioner, you own your bliss

Your soul heavy, dark beams of light falling like Autumn leaves, the theater of your mind cold, all your heat dispersed in sheets

Sipping from the juice box, seal broken, excuses fabricated under the influence of electric pharmaceuticals

A national crisis, corporate controlled distribution of razor blades to slash brake lines

Listening to the clipping of fingernails, waiting for each successive CLICK to echo through my head, bile rising in my throat

Nothing works, the process grinds to a halt, anger bubbles, ripples to hold more guacamole dredged from the bottom of your alloy lined raincoat pockets

Mistakes made, ghosts in the snow, records spinning, give away all the sounds

Hollow eyes, pretending colors are following your written rhymes, trying to show signs of industry

Information sewn into the splitting sofa cushions, a sectional moving like a race car driver

Flames blooming after a laser precision strike, glowing like morning, time seems to stop, apartment walls giant and cavernous

Fin