Tilted Axis

Continents tipping over themselves into devastating beauty.
Teetering an tottering untill a big plate finally snaps
And sends us into catastrophic tumbles.
Head over heels,
Knees knocking head,
Fingers frantically grasping for what is absolutely nothing.
The nape of the neck tingles
As eyes are left to go wild in their inhospitable sockets.
Left to the streets, they sit on the sidewalk with a change cup by their side.
The empty space left behind was never filled by anything else quite so special
And the world kept on tripping over itself 'till the end of eternity.
Spontaneous combustion ensues.

Pom-pom

Eyes warm to the wandering light.
Blizzards form in the succession of flight.
Laquers chip in the dark of the night,
Yet the rock from the well stays by my side

large tortoise

Spasms gripping my shins and shaking my shoulders
like a very large tortoise that can't lose the race.
Pebbles vibrate in my shoes and lick the bottoms of my feet
into an uncomfortable slumber of slow-motion dreaming.
Repetitive motion comes to a nauseating halt
when my eyeballs stop spinning in the sockets of my heart.

Honk

Electrons connecting the synapses in your brain
controlling your crooked fingers.
Nails gnawed between shaking teeth.
Vertibrae catapulting off the base of your spine.
Pupils dancing to the rhythm of your soul.
Remnants of apprehension settle at the bottom of your lungs.