19 April 2012
I watch my watch, the constraints of time shackled to my left wrist, shattered in the red mist n scattered by a wedge spliff, Tock, n the next Ticks staggered by the next hit.
The vexed id and balanced super ego's super Dlow jungle warfare escalates to scorched air, mushroom clouds scorch thoughts bare. Smoke and fire devastate my minds resting place. Dust settles, rising smoke dances and separates, as ash free falls to decorate a single impregnated thoughts nesting space.
The cells of the shell separate n my unscathed ego emerges to speculate.
Surging with urges yet nurtured in purpose, it laughs and it curses as new life bursts from the surface, green till the next fight emerges.
Wargames. • Opuss № I