BEGIN
RHYME:
As
ink lay freshest, it overtly shawls the drag:
Mental ambiguity, of salted sine
Burgeon whisp-(ring)
Internal
Painting non-descript
Painted sound
En route to heart
Blessed by hand
A
Hart, in a wooded field of straw-lined structure, ravaged from a careless
sleeper, softening the bark, distracting the weed. Scared,
Directionless…
Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do
An
alembic of blinking utopia, blanketed in swain, affixes sleeves, in adjectival
fashionable phonography.
Relaxing the spine. Seconds
Longer than the first
Enjoying freedom
Forever how long it hurts.
END RHYME.
i like the Painted sound
ReplyDeleteEn route to heart..and the ..wooded field of straw-lined structure..an end rhyme can be as relaxing as the right chord at the end of the song..and these vorhalte chords..don't know the english name... build up great tension but scream for release..
Relaxing the spine . . . I love that part. Something sinister about it.
ReplyDeletenice...this kinda went here and there but you bring it back tight...enjoying freedom as long as it hurts...ah, i like...
ReplyDeleteFreedom does seem to hurt, at least the wallet quite a bit, enough to make one have a fit, especailly with all the war and acts they go to get it. Enjoyed strat rhyme to end rhyme such a fun time. Agreed too relaxing the spine just seems so insidious.
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