…….….O the silence of the world….O your sordid whining pleas, O you can’t you hear them? O please, your feinted deliveries that give such succor to your otherwise sucky life, are more droll than I care to pour. You leaned all your thoughts upon the past which is not a filling repast by any standards, set or given over to that fate called dread.
Laughing Jolly suck up your Folly
Leave it Nicely put it on Icy
Love that Smoothie; Banana-Cream Oozie
Laughing Witch; Fool ; Your such a Floozie.
The city was dry and barren with the reflection of inflection placed upon its desecration. Below its relation and rotting decaying inflation of reflection,a bastion of deep nullifying satisfaction. Rebel without a cause Rebel without pause. See a future bend it into censure, forget progress let it regress to the point of a broken shell. Thats all thats left with artistic liberation, the flames of the nation, loving blindly seeing nothing kindly, you never know what they want. They are shadows, battles, floating corporals, there is no fate but hate, no karma except iguana. Or so it seems to those engripped to sate, bury every worldly, sate, a hunger impossible to break…nothing is left, nothing is left on that infernal dinner plate.
Now they want to be your dog….if not servant than why not hog with chains so tight they give way to sway and the say of whim. Why not live fate on your whole expletive drape in which to hang your every thoughts dread in lead. Drape that curtain ignore that sting, feel the peace that ignorance, that naiveté can bring. Know nothing beyond that mental burn the burn of millions of lives as they turn with that cosmic choreography………
Looking Loving Feeling Seeing Nothing Healing Wheeling
the Dreams that We are Fleeing
Foolish Pride, that Silly Bride, that Filched Hide, Supply Side
Will never see the Sky so Run and Hide
in its Seething Flies, Carrion Maggots and Rotting Pie.
Its blood is a passion its mind is a seeking sword…..