Sunday, May 20, 2012

Wither


Stifling footprints echo over orchids
and I'm sipping bitterness through a straw
Lawless fronds open a cavernous maw
Stressed ponds

Mathematically strung equation
tethered together with two monarch wings
Brings vile songs in opium ears, stings
Riled wrongs

Transition to ominous beige meadow
where I maintain sunk lavender imprint
Flintlock pistol care-bullets never stint
Cocked mist

Be pierced by utter red hope castration
that morphs the pungent funk to paper cuts
Guts, shape of faith withdrawal now in ruts
Scraped dove

Oil well rupturing earth demanding
internal laborers' eternal drill
Fill to their brim will I plead of it still?
Who'd care?

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