Afghan Squares; Fantastic LaborA Poem by Jerusalem Cricket2.O
let the last be
bled first for good measure to mirror even better said signature set in red or blue or black half-hearted endeavor and none were ever clever enough to sort crematory soot from story book treasure but whatever it's whatever I'll rise disheveled at the reveille arrive high on rebel dreams I've been meddling with devil things you might find unsettling but everything's coming up smelling like benevolent daisies and revelation while the militia men man the stationary set kept staved safely in the basement & would only bring it up on special occasions still caved in when they drove the stake in fake to the face like no leeway for mistake makin but headache after headache shows the space is wide enough to accommodate a motherfuckin spaceship and every piece has a place it's just how it's played out hearken ye Ginsbergian howlers who know no homes only a thousand homely houses this is an ungodly hour the cuts clot sour to the sound of fluorescent bulbs humming in the tummy of all the crash test dummy lovers suckers m***********s smothered under some other rumbly stomach hungry for thunder & run for cover Sunday morning rotunda routine redundance expunged something pungent from the lungs of the dungeon where they eat their own young & speak archaic tongues & tweak on speed & play with Aramaic guns & they say it's fun -but- poet most reproachable found pens far more potent than any needle & felt grief for the paperbacks cause all three unknowingly were blazing in the haystack Vulcan death grip has em burning in its grasp safely clasped in a habit there's no turning back with irreversible damnage © 2014 Jerusalem CricketAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 21, 2014 Last Updated on December 23, 2014 AuthorJerusalem CricketCAAboutStuck in the tumbleweed trap on the outskirts of the World's Largest Meth-lab; the Art Gods keep me safe and sane. more..Writing
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