Planets of Old

From a tree hang down carcasses Branches have death suspended by rope Open wounds offer blood to the dirt Plant roots interpret this as a warm rain See the bark celebrate, growing red Leaves are now merging with mammal life forms Drawn and dressed, unspeakable rituals Growing red, suspended by empty face Every mouth is filled Our teeth cut, cayman jaw Our teeth flood, cayman jaw When the offering is blood

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 27, 2026

Forgiving now a daze Blankets turn to rays Covering the sun Laid out on the lawn Trying not to yawn In front of everyone Oxygen is still Waiting for a thrill Too diverse a time And I'll have you know Going suck to blow Is wind to move a chime Counterfeit, colorblind, quietly a mime Retina sees rewind Man above, made of mass, squinting by design Open up the blinds Forgiving now a daze Blankets turn to rays Covering the sun Laid out on the lawn Trying not to yawn In front of everyone Oxygen is still Waiting for a thrill To divert the time Well I'll have you know Going suck to blow Is wind to move a chime Counterfeit, colorblind, quietly a mime Retina sees rewind Man above, made of mass, squinting by design Open up, you're blind

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 27, 2026

Planets of old This place will suffer dimensions Branches that wave Red murky reflections Itʼs at the tip of my tongue Whispers from a shallow grave Bleed in the dirt The trail soaks Arrows of light Tracking the dream Arrows of light Tracking the dream Blood has been sewn The trials of wander in us We fight again Waiting on 11:11 Arrows of light Tracking the dream We should not have come here Theyʼll turn us to ghosts Strung up the tree line Our dead bodies afloat

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 27, 2026

Hang a self-portrait to cover a crack in the wall Sweeping her boredom right under a rug in the hall Stain remover breaks calloused ring finger tip on her left hand As she explores mountains, rising above our kitchen sink Vacuum the floor, where some guilt in her glass took a spill Dust in the attic is hiding her unwritten will Stain remover breaks calloused ring finger tip on her left hand As she explores mountains, rising above our kitchen sink Blows right by, it blows away Air escapes our lungs everyday We know why, but we wonʼt say Air escapes our lungs everyday Air escapes our lungs everyday Air escapes our lungs everyday

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 27, 2026