above the water-mark
of one time's once more un-intended touch
it barked it's grease more maypole than a mast
as delicate as concrete
two palms crossed with sabre, tooth and nail.
where all else fails this hybrid of a verb
jumping jack-assed miriam in hypocristic form.
through energy of fins, the harboured walls
take refuge in the belly of a spark.
the sudden rage of steam
the tagged and tested molitov
each name complete in brass, the other stufff
from his own hands
no mercy shown for meek and hollow man.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 14th, 2024 02:08
- Category: Unclassified
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And hear I was thinking the meek inherited the earth.
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