vileA Poem by m.s.earlybefore her tongue sparks electric flitterings wherein vile cacophony splatters walls (perhaps her pride will never be extinguished). can the tongue bless and curse? her eyes are gleaming as her mouth is wielding and those dreadful scars lighted upon the shoulders whether deserved or not. can a fountain be bitter and sweet? placed, supple syllables seared deep, scratched the surface then dug for more; there will be no word misspoken. where does the bit get placed which steers the body? her horse teeth chomp freely; (she is no wonder riderless), and her reigns were left stabled. she belches up flowers, they have lost all their sweet. the wicked prepare to denounce her.
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13 Reviews Added on February 23, 2014 Last Updated on February 23, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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