Disposable Locks, par Nigel Stuart Vinston Gunn

Disposable Locks

Can a key be blamed for what’s behind the door?

I shed a tear,

For every moment gone unspoken for.

Just as words cannot define our grasp,

My touch cannot confine this complex happenstance.

Thoughts as patterns,

Kaleidoscope extrapolations,

Trickle and dance,

Allowing even novice notes,

To rapture and entrance.

(2014)

Sickly Slurry, Fervent flurry, Humble hurry, Caustic courage category, Simply minded,

||: Unattached, Each moment being connected, Burdened, Each moment being heartened, Concerned,

Like sweet sea breeze, Against the sails first unfolding. Sheets hard creased, And ballast molding. After untold years,

Pulled outward, While drawn inward, Held at the verge, Holding balance, Balance holding me,

Don’t disconnect, To escape what’s real, Reality shall remain present, So instead connect, And if you face walls,

When at last the pieces come to fi… But no real answer comes from it, We must zoom out a little bit, See the picture that’s outside of…

Now, Forever, Eternity, Whatever...

We are nothing but adaptation, Looking through snake eyes. So kick-ass, And drive angry, For those who face off,

Confined, With infinite space, And light, Contained, Within her mind,

When water first flows, It may not find itself to be a riv… But as time passes, And water continues to flow, It will find its path,

The plaster on the wall, Is starting to flake off, Like the membrane of a brain, Trying to give up. Contemplate every single concept,

Embrace like the wind, Kiss like the rain, Touch like lightning, Thoughts like landslides, Words like fire,

Six sick sheep, Seeking shade, Shorn by sharp sheers, Sweat, steam, Shallow seeping stigmas,

Shape end sound, Taste ant texture, Mined make(s)cents, Know knead four Lecture,

A generator, With no outlet, Is a guilt ridden, Fuel sucking, Smog puking,