Spindledashery

a cloak of truth I attempt to weave

To garnish these shoulders 

slumped forward and aching

holding the thread keeping

my helium head from floating off

To no avail for I am a weightless 

mass-less amalgamation of

a headless horseman’s imagination

a cloak of truth I attempt to weave

fabric falls onto a dirt road

and the soles of my feet tramples it

downwards and inwards

and blankets a tyrannosaur fossil

and my headless body wonders forth

and trips and falls over a tree branch 

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4 comments

  1. A Humble Shadow · August 17, 2015

    That’s just cool and a little crazy!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. just straughter · August 17, 2015

    A pleasant treat at the end of a long day to read new writing from you…thank you..

    Liked by 1 person

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