29 July 2012
Sitting on the edge of a cliff.
Crashing waves below.
Pounding against the rocks.
Decaying stone stiff and strong.
Water flowing in perfect sequence.
Vibrating the ground.
Washing away the sand pinch by pinch.
Your minds begin to drift.
Suddenly your phone beeps.
The LCD lights up the screen.
The cave dwellers new age call.
Putting it to vibrate.
It waits.
The grass gives from under you.
Falling down into its hole.
Its long nasty fingernails digging into your skull.
Pulling you under.
The grass grows back in a flash.
Sky goes dark, the roar of thunder.
Finally turning your head clueless of whats drug me under.
Caged in a candle lit cave.
Phone on the ground, on vibrate.
Your voice softly singing from the speaker, raspy.
"It's late, late late.."
Do I think trick and get on my way?
Or do I go & play...
Cave Dwellers • Opuss № I