Hyper
Hyper.
The start of tail ends.
Like floral patterns at the end of the light.
Hyper.
Takes me to the dark, blank staring competition with an immortal being.
And effortless drags me through.
Like a skidmark being burned away.
But lives another life like a bursting lightbulb.
Hyper.
I was hyper one Tuesday.
As much as that imaginary skeleton, brittle, undone.
Spilled coffee as if it was on purpose as cutting wrapping paper.
Hyper.
The start of tail ends.
I ate the last of the floral patterns.
Everything is as three dimensional as that staring contest with a skeleton.
I turned hyper one day.
Turned into a spit out T-shirt with chew marks.
Tuesday.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
