some knight

giantgentlebear

 Thrones splashing around metal dog collar courts

cracking  blood red cider Saturday nights

 plastic melts across such great words spoken in loud silence

footprint fear the new face

another night in  false rented grave 

falling asleep-woken from false prophet praise

knife so smooth edged 

fascinated by the crimson carpet laid outside this temple

crisp white clouds pulled up tight around

a field of bizarre salad-like canoes racing along this biblical tide

ET TU BRUTE

no applause-was my impending death acted that bad

ET TU BRUTE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 














































































































































 

 

  • Author: giantgentlebear (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2016 02:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: trying not to remember getting stabbed before eating the kebab
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  • Tony36

    Great write



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