JUST LIKE TOMBSTONE BLUESA Poem by kublakhan2704 15 14
I tried to be cordial with inactivity
washing it with weeping juice like a pardoned effigy but the diamonds of determination were so wrapped in mind debris that I threw away a fortune in potential The smiles of the platitudes are louder than their laughs An appeasing of their attitudes I warrant with the gaffes of an undertaker's underling bestowing upon epitaphs another deadened and deprived credential Seeing days in ways that never did occur to me Every end a mending by default, a sour recipe for compromise eroding in a rusty pot of empathy The dentist rubbed his fingers when he saw my gritted teeth No sermon on the mount from me, more a mumble on the heath My incisor is a tack that would support a giant's wreath Thorns of novacaine will numb my Christmas wish For the sake of universal order I will freeze a yawn Mostly harmless said a hitchhiker of Earth so I can spawn a batch of clones to live on hold where all the battle lines are drawn I'll zip up and in the universal order I'll languish Seeing nights in ways that never did occur to me Every satellite a telecast of fault, a sour recipe for sleeping juice to boil over in Big Dipper's empathy Where's a pound of flesh when needed? I've grown tired of these ribs On the grill of soggy marrow, hungry haunts will have first dibs Call on William Blake to send the weepers to their cribs Wishful thinking I'll preserve beneath the floorboards With a hand in nothing new and an incisor in the usual intestine chains surround my motivation's hot pursual Don't read too much into my implied acceptance of a dual with a messenger of fact's implicit hoards Seeing days in ways that never did occur to me Every end a mending by default, a sour recipe for compromise eroding in an empty pot of sympathy Sound the bugle for my bed is made, I'm rested for detention Solitaire I'll play in my confinement for the crime of sought attention I revolted the philosophers in plugging my intention I would not concede that lab rats had it worse The satellites are full and bright, the shadows walk on lakes tonight I'll dream of sleep but eyes will play me in my bedroom's voided sight Lay with me and sigh and the elastic laws of nature might halt the quivering continuum of fate's forsaken course Seeing nights in ways that never did occur to me Every channel plays the same old cooking show's ensoured recipe Compromise a minor seasoning in liver-flavoured empathy © 2014 kublakhan27Author's Note
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Added on April 16, 2014Last Updated on April 16, 2014 Authorkublakhan27Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutMy first book is out! Any comments that anyone may have to offer regarding my work would be deeply appreciated, as I'm yet to get a review. www.amazon.com/Waltz-Around-Swirls-Steven-Fortune/dp.. more..Writing
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