Falling Light as a Feather in February
Leaving us much too soon
By the gas in the room
A poet ransacking the establishment
Wrecking the status quo
Reminding of Sylvia Plath
All tattoos and nose bleed
No nonsense
Blue bubble gum
The nectar from your bosom
Drowning the lion's head
And the tiger's tail
For in the end
You are invisible
Like a metal mule
A white raven
The reason for reason's fall
Into the ghost yard of guilt and gas
Bordering design's disgust
With the blue beauty of your breath
The very children you swear to believe in
Slaughtered at the shore
The dreams you divide and multiply
Forgotten after the feast
This annoyed me, just as it should have. It did it's job well.
ReplyDeleteIf this becomes the Broadside, it should be printed in black with a black background
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