Poem -

MAID OF ORLEANS - NARROW IN BOREDOMS FIND

I am in the broken coin
each piece the swallowed curse
words run as a crimson flag
streaming sluicing flushed
pointless boring words
parade on the ass wiped paper
seated tiny generated generals
vanish in each day
in each granted escape of visited dream
unwanted footsteps follow in each breath I kidnap
each stuttering falling rock
crushed in tears crushed in vanity
A death that colouring book
conjured on beds devoid
wonderful lust-filled heights
tumbling so gracious so in decline

I AM
a screaming night
voiced in chained delusion
craving demise
craving delicious destruction
I break each finger
yet I still can fucking write
I bore the jelly from all visions quest
yet I still can see a mocking sunrise
pleading against such lucky feats
I denied  life death
while death denies the life

Empty pale coffins
sit silently eaten by  repose
each univited homeless thrones
my broken fingers trail dusty stripes
in crooked disgusted grief
uncarved craved slab
nameless spaces
hover in joint union
an above green false neighbourhood
guarded  steel pointed gates
stand hinged between such aching thigh

TREACHEROUS TORMENTED
LANDSCAPED PAINTED SCHEME
IM HUNG AS IN THE GALLERY
GODS PRETTY LITTLE
FRAMED DREAM

 

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