Friday Etchings

Clear definition suggesting what it isn't
The week end as excuse to be A recluse
Stutter step as I forget the dance
Still, while I remember my beat
A sure hit to momentum

Quiet now, fuss maker

Moment travels with you but something is left in the dust

Elegant prose epitomising death throes
Meth thrones breed the next clone

But I'm just at home
Not necessarily alone.

- Ryan Dickinson