Time blockade spits fits
of split pyre encased rage
as epoch tick tocks
hell stones of brim fire,
liar dear sire it's a
consequence of dire
while crooked screwface
straight laced crooks
pass the wire
to hacks on the tier
in a stone resorts penthouse
where reveries retire;
as absolute puppet masters
are corrupted as their strings
entangle through restrung
stung glints
dry snitching for tits
or zooms zooms
shiv strapped saplings
stretching a dime from a bid
cut from trenches
that defecate fawn gems
from latrines of percolating rectums
permanent pockets tuck bundles
or binkys for sweet clavo.
Hope ricochets as desensitized warble
off of walls graffitied with tally marks
when miss stainless steel ride
or ol sparky shows true love
just a cold once
chugging pruno
or catching a ride
with brake fluid padres
we all got to pay the bugs
for bats or bone yard QT,
that cutie with the booty
in a booth 60 minute
obstacle skin olympics
red blips flicker sending
shit and giggle tickles,
obeying key holders
and shooting down
wolf tickets
avoiding slock jocks
or shank branders;
this is just another
cuff link on my sterling
persona non grata jacket
dipping in a glimmer life bolt
from a nickel sentence
chin checking the shield boss
on the regular.
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Comments2
Wow!! this is how poetry should be written. Your vocabulary is totally stunning. Especially with the metaphor of using the under lying passage of a message about how crooked humans and life can be. This is by far the greatest poem I've ever read on MPS. Congratulations.
Damn.....Kevin I am truly humbled
My gentlemen and scholar friend....that's an astounding compliment.
Still I believe there are far too many pieces here that hold weight of immaculate gold on their own. Thank you Sir. 🍻
Bless you, for your so meaningful words. They mean a lot to me as indeed mine did to yours/ I'll have to come up with something as eloquent as yours. Take, and God Bless x
Love it
Thank you Joseph 🍻
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