Strangism

Strangism

A Poem by Shazbatt969

The stolen car crash
of my mind
ramraids through my
eyes
thieving language
losing tones
colours rearrange
tie died
hell
of dripping cool
lemon tea
affinity
six string dealer
machine gun
speak
statues in the bin
bring me the head
of Doctor Death,
my cigar 
needs putting out,
A searchlight wails
in lost man's land
and I 
arrive too late,

© 2019 Shazbatt969


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great imagery and word play, bring me the head of Doctor Death...with a subtle hint of despair

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on April 1, 2019
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