Trans-bionic-epithelial,
Scarring
the asthenosphere
With
rigid transmittances of verse
Overplayed,
like dead tin slithering about
A
plate tectonically abused metallurgy
By
the barley dried abut the faucet
Prairie
dancing dew slips the downward tract
In
balanced beat—
Upon
the heads of the now nutrient depleted
Penitent
children of whom the porcelain queen
Left
aside the causeway,
Freshly
pressed yet left for dead,
Without
sufficient explanation,
Regarding
the gravity of err they bled.
Myopic
dystopia of a collared fringe,
Frayed
through the repetitious rasp of indigence,
Askance,
the salimeter sniffs for beheld tears
Barred
to breathe reparation’s tactility,
A
position ever urged,
By
the being’s self-perceived reputational frailty
Enervated
by the numbing insentience
The
anesthetized shell of corrupted assurance
Yields
its agony from residual tokens
Ceded
when dissociation subjugated the hopeful voice
The
sanguineness
And
the slowly played snooker shot
Unavailingly
introducing, in the most bashful of regards,
Frenetic
castration to the world of aspiration and song
I actually knew all the words and what they meant. Many made me think of Fringe, got done watching season three on dvd, so that is probably why..haha. Plus you said it plain is day in another way. Also seems to go well with the turkey, as he would surely like to castrate some words, those damn birds. The title was grand too, many great word depections througout this verse, snooker and pool another thin line inbetween that makes some curse.
ReplyDeletehaha you had me at the title...and...Overplayed, like dead tin slithering about
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great sounds and tastes in this...some really neat visual elements as well...
"Freshly pressed yet left for dead." That's awesome. Incredible imagery.
ReplyDeletegoodness..what a write...great images and the title left me sitting with an open mouth and high expectations...which were all fully fulfilled...
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