my own neglect
so that fields are empty
and God silent i smiled
my reckless majesty i am
yours, playfully yours!
breaking! upon great cliffs
and dying. A tide, this tide
dying and sleeping between
broken teeth and sunlight.
so that the booze forever
yours dripped in the silent
acopalypse and sneered proving me
inept, i kept on, fell, fell
fallen.
laughten with light.
not even a tooth and Jesus spoken for.
and God silent i smiled
my reckless majesty i am
yours, playfully yours!
breaking! upon great cliffs
and dying. A tide, this tide
dying and sleeping between
broken teeth and sunlight.
so that the booze forever
yours dripped in the silent
acopalypse and sneered proving me
inept, i kept on, fell, fell
fallen.
laughten with light.
not even a tooth and Jesus spoken for.
posted by Dusty Bottoms at 9:03 PM
1 Comments:
No teeth indeed.
Nice verse, Mr Bottoms. You kept the trademark pace, while gaining a bit of form.
Subject matter is timely, poetic and grand. One of your best 'pieces' to date.
HAPPY ST PADDY'S DAY
Not sure 'laughten' is a word, but I like it, esp. in context of the line.
Cheers!
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