The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Feb 23, 2006
Multi-Coloured Moment Poem
Tattered scraps and chaos-flakes
Are falling from my mind.
Multi-coloured moment poems
Slowly do unwind.
Nerves are raw in bone-crush war
In bloodslush sticky mud.
White birds born from holograms
Rise up above the flood.
Moths fly round the murky light
In frenzied flutter-fever.
Artists paint the candy-clouds
And greet the Image-Weaver.
Cloaked in cabaret illusion
Hear the jokers jest!
Pure new morning on my eyelids
Silver-sparkle blessed.
Radio in crackle-static
Advertising fiction.
Who's to write the final word
When all is contradiction?
Tattered scraps and chaos-flakes
Are falling from my mind.
Multi-coloured moment poems
Slowly do unwind.
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