Young Writers Society

Solid granite presses against
my back as I look up to the sky
back and forth my hand moves
unable to follow the
journey of simple space dust

follow me my dear
and we will speak of little else
the moon shall shelter us
for she knows our secrets

she knows the shaking cold sweat
as paranoia shifts through the body
and the blood red stains on
linoleum titles are sequential

those who share one soul, one
mind, one body - beware

martrying the cow is not the
answer

I do not like the last line. I am not sure what this poem means, but the last line kinda ruined it.
The rest of the poem is quite well done, I like the second stanza well.

Good work.

-*Twinkles

The last line does sound like a bit of an anti-climax............... or does it?

hmmm...thanks for putting that thought in my brain guys...

CL