Treasure Island

jason brierly


Philosophy of a period


This...
A funny series of pock marks,
Placed at a point
Where (like flung from afar)
Liquid lands in droplets
Upon parchment....
This spot.
The revered period.
Unlike
'bleed for days,
With a blatant disregard for rigor mortus,
For stiff comes not with this bleed'
This period bleeds for none...
Ink tossed and splattered,
Like brain fragments (post suicide)
The lone drop,
Landed precariously at the rear
Of a sentence,
Run-on no more...

Intricate B

Submitted: Sunday, October 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013

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