Vorpal OrbitalA Poem by apennylateSimplicity within implicit-sin cylindrical...An orbital tracing while four petals of vorpal lace grace the blazing ace. Gauge the mages ability. Simplicity within implicit-sin cylindrical. A wish a miracle-swish of slits and slip-rips and flip-dips and blips. Blimps for wimps. A glimpse of lips-syncing to the tryst. Amidst mist I see grit drift and brittle whips. Skittish trips and elvish guests. Best guess is next in line. My time to shine so I rewind to a more reasonable schematic. Rhyme format intact my tact fast is now back in a lapse of grime. Blown-away-swan-diving for a honed and braying horse. Slow-whacked I format it black. so I paint it stark. My craft is making me hoarse. Tired to the bone. Address the role-played when slaying to the beat-back remedy. I meant melody... Mellow and betrayed a meandering dime-nickel-turned blurry tangerine. I meant battery... In the green battle-up and scream armor-on and bleed. Arms off you are eaten. The maggots are feeding on lesions. Legions of lions and pigeons blinded. I'm pigeon-holed and stub-toed into piggy-roles. Kinda...
© 2017 apennylateFeatured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthor
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|