A concept I want to work more with..
The smog rolls in,
Smothering the air,
I’ve coughed my last blood filled breath.
Gas masks cover,
blinding with glossy vision,
Searching through foggy oxygen,
the tears leak,
and drip from the mouth of unpolluted renewal.
Tubes of metal vinery ,
that creep out of sight,
Filled with fog and poison kissed molecules
the oil filled fluids run a muck in this throat.
Black entities of misfortune,
Bubble and cackle from it’s pit,
Sweet waterfalls of slimed tar,
sneezing from between pure lips.
Micro beads and anti-oxygenates.
that twist metal ‘neath the skin.
Biochemical hazards in clean air,
the infection has grown again.
A virus infected being of mechanical structure.
Lost to biochemical and virtual defeat.
very cool poem .the detail is excellent i could almost see
movine going over in my head with this abd we are getting
that bad wich isnt a dream . i cnt see where you go with the new
Yeah.. thanks.. not quite what i want.. but we'll see next time ^.^
yea and sorry for the bad typing
wasnt wearing my typing glasses lol
but i rallt cant wait to see the next poem this is a
great start on a new idew i wonder if you will go the hole
holocost way or new point of veiw