Gus Schreiber


Alone In The Darkness, Watching Television Of Course - Poem by Gus Schreiber

Over dullness of the banal, dried brown blood
which passes under our echoed pacing footsteps
a dead dog's eyes shine tragic radiance
to eager hearts, blindly stumbling over themselves
in shows of humanity, as we sand dull plaster
to dried, caking river beds of conscience,
and the mouth's sweet bombast of music blares,
blotting out the harsher whispers of memory.


Comments about Alone In The Darkness, Watching Television Of Course by Gus Schreiber

  • Vipins Puthooran (12/9/2011 11:38:00 AM)


    [Strange writing]
    A g'd poem! ! !
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  • Vipins Puthooran (12/9/2011 11:36:00 AM)


    [Strange writing]
    A g'd poem! ! !
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2011


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