Kaliyuga

If you're spiritually dead, are you even really alive?

Wordsmith urchin percheth squirming
atop the murky circle
lurchin further to birth a berserker
blurtin curses in the skirmish
Dirt fed vermin
coddled common concurrence
curtained unlearned usurpers
dawdled on bottomless pit sermons,
honestly got me kinda nervous but
Certainly unearthing truthful virtue
could never hurt you,
only desert the unobscured
precursor view &
I converse with serpents,
worded perfectly fluent
Sure stirred up the herd
when all the bridges bushes
& books burned
to bugle in the rudiment
the new ascension
crude inventions
tools & weapons
Taught stupid truth students
how to sniff glue &
keep their rhapsodies
wrapped in blue & black
stigma
when they all laugh at you
pigs' blood feels fitting
So you'll laugh too
while the ceiling starts splitting
& yall start tripping
on the tantra of existence
oceanic ridge slipping
fault of continental drifting
craters in the mantle shifting
gaining praise from crazed mystics
for shaking plates and faith in
the landlord and unspoken civics
& I was spitting discordance
towards the war
over the fence
when bullet shells
on the broken golden shores
told me what
discord really meant

Author's Note

This still needs more

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

I see that there is a lot of alliteration and common tonalities of vowels which is always a great way of poetry. "I converse with serpents" is my favorite line because it is shocking and alluring.

[The Twin Arenas]

this is a crazy piece. you have a pretty interesting grasp of language. i haven't heard the word "bugle" or "blurtin" in too long.
look forward to the rest.