Elliott Black

“In the field
steam radiated off her skin

as she spun
glowing blue & orange.
they thought she played with mist
the sparse particles hovering around her,

but all she did was look within

the maneuver
was the dot made clear.

spiraling into herself

she made the sun rise.

hills rose
(by themselves)
in the far, far distance,
lying down in comfort
across the faded green horizon.

here,
in the concrete field

we grew.”
― Elliott Black

“so just linger, boy,
keep on lingerin’.
hang on by the rope
you wrapped
around your neck
and don’t forget
to breathe

don’t sweat,

just try your best
to hover in the air
as toes gently touch
the grey
dry
and lonely land

you go

a
a-a-
a-a-a —

stutter
trip and giggle
in the face of who you have become.

make it bearable to live
in this unbearable existence

cram another
piece of cake
down your closing throat

quickly!

before gravity
pulls you down and
finally snaps your neck.

click, click

goes the clock hanging on the wall

click, click

goes your neck hanging by the rope.”
― Elliott Black, The Buzz