Hikers In The Smog (Farewell, Bodies)A Poem by NoizJuggling contraceptive bottles for castrated mutts in a gratified battle. Unify all heralds, who wail for dazzling mice, crawling upon purged shackles. Slip the iris of a general in the slotted test of belching sharks for grandeur. Here, they praise his ears in an angst laced keenness. Rolled with surrounding shells, cleansed by warty squirrels favoring a versus. Infiltrating below the brushes of malice, tightly swimming with booted plans. Stomp the repelling breeders ducked along the torn, rubber barriers of a state forgotten. Freed from horned fighters with glaring chests and punctured vocals. Utilizing carols of glassy nights, buttoned sleeves spread across the ornate boar. Captured from a prevaricated tongue, a phrase escaped glowingly: “La Din vilje skje”. From the relegated roster, hovering clusters journey throughout the idolized air. © 2016 NoizReviews
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1 Review Added on November 24, 2016 Last Updated on November 25, 2016 AuthorNoizMuskogee, OKAboutA simple person, who wishes to express his ideas and thoughts. My favorite things are literature, art, music, and film. more..Writing
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