"Holy sun-black Sunday"

Poem #32. Uploaded Friday November 26, 2:17 PM. From "Poetry Collection 1."

Holy sun-black Sunday
Forever windy March
Take the glory gun-day
Communion wine and starch
Rocking tongues of black-sound
Are ephemeral parched
Tap a syrup brew found
In suicidal larch
Milky draft for Monday
Dripping from the arch
Holy sun-black Sunday
Forever windy March

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

feels like a pure intimate chant on a march outward~ visually engaging to be sure~ kick starts the critical thought patterns of the mind for translation~