Alimony

burned images of past tense remitances

I recall looking at the world in opulence

thinking it could never be this good again

but of course the world itself is dismissive

I've seen the tire burn through the tarp

the angels strike dissonance on a harp

I've learneed the weakness of the heart

I'm aware of the end from whence it starts

You lose, every time, you lose

Black and blue, battered and bruised

I've heard the echoes of disanthropic tunes

and i've become the moon aware of the lunes

If i've a twin, the sin was conglomerate

It seems the confluence of ignorance

Meanders against my throat in a whimsical jest

towards my chest, my life, my pretense

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear Abraxasbird,
I really love this poem. I see the fashion of the equinox of instability with a chaose that I relate. Thank you so much for, such , poetry, great truancy,
---Maynard.