Truth or HateA Poem by PerditionLet’s just bleed unreasonable Bright meteors Tongued. A pool mal-intent and lovely as sin Ours, a Manhattan oak cleaved vine mentality. A pound of blur for every ounce of moon we’ll soak The dark-bright after wheel Gray, cold color we most regard White, pouring into our knees Slang witted. Yours a fancy fallacy Mine, the scars of principal I wear like a crown. Purity? Ask the sailors, priests Lit pitted ovens, tailors and rich men, Never once a thing. Indifference? A plane invisible, filled with pong of vacant fuel Birds and trombones Waiting on ropes of magi wind Hell, I’ve worn it myself, Perfect island camouflage The end to all appeals By the time we are pronounced All the wayward leaves will cry wings Negating everything And gray Like a campfire Smoldering In a color filled world © 2015 PerditionReviews
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