Heaven Be ProudA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)I hold the world on my shoulders My paper spine’s become folded A steady hand when I hold it The waves of the oceans The steady words spoken The host of the morning The sadness on my pores and The gorgeous forgemaster of chords The storyboard The pen, the sword The end of a delicate world The bend of a pelican’s furl The pendulum surgical vertigo Fertile murmurs regurgitating forth What for do we become born? Let me strum on these veins Another chord of varicose Intercoursing through the vorpal eyes I see a rusted sun rise, paradise Hammered into an anvil of clouds Wearing God like a shroud Heaven be proud Of the rippling sound of my hourglass ticking No rest for the blessing of the wicked The ichor a liquor of my family at a picnic Years before heaven went to war And killed every angel in the sky that never cries Pick on a mortal your own size I’ve seen the wilt of summer fern's in an old man’s eyes This old man will someday surely take everything mine I suppose this world is sculpted from only A matter of a time
© 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |