Sidrat-At-Mutana Yesterday the last person in the world died.Sidrat-At-Mutana by ~wailing-fungus
He was alone in the dead of night when it happened and funeral for him was not able to be arranged. There was no one who could to take care of such business. Nor there anyone else to mourn for him, or even bid him farewell, for the rest of the world had died two days before.
It's quite peculiar when you think about it. What could have killed 5 billion people in two days, when it always thought it would take years? I know why it happened, I'm not sure they did. Though it was known, I have the feeling they would have denied and refused to believe that it all happened because of a tree.
A couple o
end of the day his days are only inches longend of the day by ~wailing-fungus
running away in rivulets
sweating from his forehead
ink stains crumpled paper
running away in rivulets
the air becomes stagnant with petty words
ink stains crumpled paper
he has his heart inside a song
the air becomes stagnant with petty words
making buildings fall apart
he has his heart inside a song
it was what he said
making buildings fall apart
he dreams of paper-bag faces
it was what he said
waking up scared and lonely
he dreams of paper-bag faces
sweating from his forehead
waking up scared and lonely
his days are only inches long
rain on monday grey skies cryingrain on monday by ~wailing-fungus
on my paper,
an obscene reverence
for the bird
of cold wind, flying
among powerlines
rain
falling; static
white noise around
a tree, (safely under)
thunder distances as
water cracks
the dry
earth and
the face of a boy
made of wisps
of carbon.
rain never falls
without effort Because
we are all sinners.
under the feathers and
beneath the wings
there are mites.
Rain (falls)& drops as
drops of
memories of taste
and the smell of
wet dirt
reflects a city that wraps
itself in purple,
to celebrate
the days of October
where time was stopped
at the center
of the clock by
a bullet
and the childre
Sta.sh
