slag worn centipedes

Written by: Anthony Slausen

ragged thoughts 
marching like stoned centipedes
to the slag heap of the lost
intertwined in eternity's brine
waiting to reunite with meaning-

a lightning strike- mind o fire
insomnia rapes the dream
splay the centipedes across the page
like autumn leaves o'er vampire graves
twitching feet in a gyrus maze


the destiny of brilliant beams 
in the outback of the furthest ... reach...
sadistic magicians
wanding diamonds
back
into
centipedes