Paramore, Moon LocomotiveA Poem by arcandonParamour, moon locomotive as your ship waves goodbye to your ramshackle crew of old winddusted pirates in the tilting with turbulence no more breath in its sail the captain's ring, his most dearly beloved now his 3rd finger missing but no wanted signs & a bitten off tongue a treasure in a jug too cheap for a bottle from down in the cellar from up on the air deck a glimmering gateway cracked in a timestorm excitement may not echo, or say much but it has it's own language up there will start the engine refilter the air this ain't rocket science - it's cactus oil blast! a redbottom stork swallowed up by a cloud star was the vehicle and rode like the lost reborn a phoenix in a firebrush forest then settling in retirement from laziness on a perch somewhere in a chiptoothed paradise in the old old west gold as the eye can see treasured and happy diseased fungus growing where it's not ought to be a sky pirate's dream a moon locomotive restless and desperate onboard a two-syllable illness with a ring on each conquest they never learn't to read so they can't count on anybody so goodbye airship goodnight scallywag © 2018 arcandon |
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Added on March 22, 2017 Last Updated on September 16, 2018 Author
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