And in the darkness

 

And in the darkness we dance 

and paint portraits of empty frames

When the silence falls

there is no fear

only joy in the vast night

Yours in short poetry,

Count Robot

Open

 Open

He breaks his skin open

more akin to a carapace

than skin

Drink to my sin

where do I begin

to melt away

Milky Way not 

here this day

I'm shattered

into the sea of shadows

Drinking in the empire of shadows

I've only seen this before

His skin is broken open

Follow me to the ending

Yours in something else,

Count Robot

Fell

 Fell

A star fell out of his back pants pocket last night as he flowed his way home through the neon swept rainfall which offers no warmth to the sleeping ground and every sound is a laugh track to the sodden image of the rundown to your residence in the sundown estates where all the stars fall out of your pocket but they light the way 

Night does not have to slay the day.

Yours in words,

Count Robot

A Rural Road

 

A Rural Road

The lizard of circumstance

demands you to prance

in a non-geopolitical stance

Moose flossing

with candy crossing

is the fly way to

your inner most buy way

A festival of garlic art

inside or being part 

and particle of a

mulch mart

An insubstantial semi-solid bear

is barely there

If this poem is a joke

it just broke

Yours in dumb poetry,

Count Robot