The bird in the cage, the worm enraged.A Poem by Wolf
Heard the hoofrans scourge automatons
Spelunking for splurge in ocular excitation Tiers of cumulated aeons by cloudy blue Here in one wall goon wide flex worked blue Oh brother, mother, hit slap the radical in Remember me now; now and again The windy ascension blushes us violaceous All anarchists collect violations, scald violaceous Lines for lonely stigma only natural Jump in the imprint of the other form Gusted on impact to burst of dusty red scold of a mold burns warm like red © 2012 WolfReviews
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2 Reviews Added on April 19, 2012 Last Updated on April 19, 2012 AuthorWolfmiddle of nowhere, MIAboutMy name is Laura and about me boxes make me feel claustrophobic. more..Writing
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