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.
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Author:
lysistrata (
Offline) - Published: October 13th, 2016 10:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Acknowledgements to the Great, Valery Bryusov & John Gaitis.
- Category: Special occasion
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Comments1
I am not familiar with the writer or painter but now am intrigued.
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