After RealityA Poem by WolfwindA random pieceTime was a passage of intolerable excuses The fates lashed the muses to the yards and hailed
out their storms Driving longingly beyond the state of dim
delusions The dreamers defied duty and drifted free All... All...to be only thee So free...
The road was battered slime like uncooked pancakes The forest, weeping as if made from over cooked
pasta The sky dripped a horrid scent of honeyed oregano Away went the mind, the emotions toiled low Hand to ears, eyes screaming a whispered
injustice... Onward... On and upward... A word... just one... "Sugar"
A joke upon the heart flattened tires of old
rubber A stench of cheap whisky, boiling in sour milk Sweet...so sweet...a memory twice trashed Let alone along a shadows burning curtains... A breezy night ensued... A burnt smell perfumed with noxious noises An axe through my cleavage! Not once, nor twice! Thrice! So tells the tale of the Severed Head Loon...
Yet... That was another story... Another day indeed for a delayed hour Homespun and twisted Always insisted...
Har!... the laugh died quietly. © 2013 WolfwindFeatured Review
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Added on May 31, 2013Last Updated on May 31, 2013 AuthorWolfwindCoupeville, WAAboutSometimes poet, always an artist, creator of colorful visions, dreamer, and a seeker of things not yet known. more..Writing
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