Dark Necessities

lysistrata

Superfluous lips confess

The beautiful grimace

Of a Red Myrmex

When stings

An Airborne Phoenix.

 

Handcuffed knobs hold

The splintered doors

Of a Slaughter House

That sits

Deep in Thoughts.

 

Tell me,have you realised

The metastasis

From past bliss to remote grief?

Ah,the secrets of created creatures

Have caressed me so carelessly

That I came to be Science Fiction.

 

 

 

  • Author: lysistrata (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2016 10:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: Acknowledgements to the Great, Valery Bryusov & John Gaitis.
  • Category: Special occasion
  • Views: 39
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  • Augustus

    I am not familiar with the writer or painter but now am intrigued.



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