because i enjoy a decidedly higher and more sophisticated readership than my wish-you-were-my-real-brother ed's non-existent or at least abandoned blog, i've decided to encourage him by posting his first work of emoetry (emo poetry) here. ed is a talented and thoughtful writer who is very mature for someone his age, and definitely a whole lot more interesting, albeit in a cynical sarcastic i-talk-in-big-vocabulary way, than many if not most people i know.

"Embolus"

the clang of tins
and cans
percolates across
contracting corridors;
the crisp prattling
of sounds
spattering
like the broad strokes
of an amateur's
paintbrush
against sinuous fibres.

slash
dab dab
slash

he cuts
the pristine canvas,
painting
tainting
until it bleeds
and clots;
a swift hand
grasping
gasping
for echoes across
the vascuous
vessels
of his silent heart.

--EL

what's percolate?