Maggot Raccoon

The last of my old poems. Now the rest of my stuff is going to be new. And I promise you, it will be good. :)

Raccoon on the side of the road, left rotten in the mould, festering on this world, forgotten and cold, cruelly alone

Teardrops fell like rain, bloodstained blossomings like a holocaust of phosphorus lost to us again, clustered in our chains, rusted in our ways

Pliable messiah, admirable liar

Insomniac apocalypse heart attack

Army anarchy

Corporal remorse

Abolished communism

Balsamic vinegar

Heathens beneath death

Harmonize firefly

Under the buttery sun, beautiful ones

Electrifying violin

Trident of Poseidon

Life’s razorblade ricochets off reality

Maribel’s personal arsenal marginal

Ricocheting airwaves raid nature, and rave the composure and complexion of God’s compositions the mere image of mortal man a grain in the sands of time, slipping and sliding through his fingers, and into life’s ligaments, icy arthritis, rigorous figures of that man, that god, like the human race, lingers

Ravines of trampoline dreams trampled ravens tragedy maverickly

Crystal chalice, bristling malice, abysmal power, redolent foul, fallacy howls  

Revealing fury, reveal in the devil of curiosity

Catacomb momentum cascades castrating

Sirens silence climatized

Sodomized on the roadside

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.