the very rusting of the human soul - a billion (and a cigarette packetful) people's reflection for real...the slwly corroding nature of thought melded into word-spatter - pitter patter, like pointless rain just hammering on the window...hmmmm: "I'm in the streets, I'm in the gutter...it's years since I've had bread or buttterrrr" Sorry bout that - that was done in the British sitcom " Game On" - first series, very funny!

I've been there and worse and I adore it. No need for all the dissection for artistic content, et.al. b.s. as previously posted. I get ya...case closed.

This is really neat. It sort of seems like it's just an experiment, a throwing together of words in hope that they'll flow, yet it seems so planned. Sometimes we write the most interesting things at 4 in the morning, when we are barely concsious, unable to put too much thought into anything. In summary, I like it. "Flaking.../shards of this self/begin to flutter away./To flee in a mocking enmity." Those lines are particularly swell.

This at first doesn't seem to say much, but I re-read it twice and realized that each phrase said much much more than I first noticed. The "flaking" section I took to represent change, in some form, which itself is a simple idea, but often the details are intricate. I have no problem believing that these simple words thrown together with such precision do represent intricate ideas and feelings. (also I know what spatter is, that's fucking cool. lol)

i hate spatter by the way. causes me more work than it's worth.

this piece was more of a...lying in the gutter and feeling yourself break into a thousand little pieces and fly away kind of thing. take into consideration i wrote it at like 4 am. :)