The rotting corpse of a fragrant rose
sprouts from ditritus of a peaceful war
watered with the talking bullets of thought
empty shells on a pharmaceutical shore
The insanity of normality
infects news tattered brains
to stampede in lockstep
toward a black hole of inevitable gains
A doily of crocheted lace
woven by Arachne's hand
portraying beauty and disgrace
painted in ichor on time's sand
excreting the stench of neutrality
from the maggots of modern road kill
An infants sigh, intrauterine smile
Technology's morning after pill
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sorenbarrett (
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Comments1
Brilliant!
(sleek, sweat drenched and sick
we swallow lies as facts of surreal
wash it down
with that blue and red pill, Hollywood
spider's in our horizons
cobwebs rooting our steps
swimming to fly
running to find a peaceful sleep
straining to relax serene
we progress with each blink of regress
and smile, those surgical white teeth
while inside
our heart's are rotting gangrene
still, a new dawning
and our clown masks appear
bright and eager
daring to dream, daring to believe
in a better, once promised
to our great, great, great, great, great
kin
yeah, we wait! knowing
one way or another, death
will deliver
mercy to those kids on deathbeds
worldwide
gifting hope, in each brave smile
with eyes shut tight
baring a pain, they'll never comprehend..)
Thanks so much L.B. I appreciate so much that you take your time to read these bits of passing thoughts that I scribble down. I means a great deal.
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