Poem - 17 April 2018, 14:15

SIMPLE BORROWED SHROUD ???

Woken by a singing shroud
white as snow red the ground
people passing the angel round
shivering whisky on the shimmering pulse
language thief aroused and sold

cold days there bleeding still
borrowed ground on a rivers weep
labels they just sweep on by
washed in the salted thigh
precious moments crack a crucified sky
stabbed with steeples appointed sigh

See i painted my skin
in dancing thorn pricked butterflys
edged with love making cornfields
harvested in the sharpness of a metal tide

woken in this living shroud
time suffers in an open palm
printed lines ,pressed into fates kidnapped edition

the darkest sanctuary curls whispering over me
a freak
a toy
an entertainment

i lie back on the black tarmac road
snow falls fainting from heavens grasp
each miracle kiss melts ,
dies with contacts warm sin

caress the Watch in diamond time
lick Golds cold decisions
count the planned retiring halos
guarded gates for multi bedroom homes

id rather lay back and kiss the shrouded snow.

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