The
fragility of frost, the frailty of fear
Fossilized
parsecs, distance nears
Lost
amidst the sunshine’s tears
Corrosion’s
entrance comes
Fondling
fast, attached to none
…rye brandy's wisdom took to hunt.
The
sting of the prentice is shown
In the actions of unhappy predators,
Where agonies-induced oft wrought paths home
The archer’s
ready…plucking thread & licking lips
At an apple over the targets head…finger’s
itchy/focus slips
The
fallacy of frustration; the Fealty of fire
Imprisons the orbits of caged desire
…and natures paint expands a moon-fed light...
Oxidation’s
egress departs,
These same corridors, now rusted by the arrow's mark
…to where flashbacks alone can foil repressions plight
One thing I still don't get besides food wise, hunting. Sitting there freezing ones butt off just to shoot some helpless animal for sport. Yeah, big man. Damn rednecks..lol. Or all that mumbo jumbo about a bear liver making your down below bigger or some crap like that, even stupider. The livers go for $30,000 a pop.
ReplyDeleteGeez, 30k for some dumb bear liver- I don't condone at all, but damn, I am completely in the wrong line of work
Delete30k? really dang i am in the wrong line as well...but it would break my heart daily really...fred these are killer lines man...
DeleteThe fallacy of frustration; the Fealty of fire
Imprisons the orbits of caged desire
…and natures paint expands a moon-fed light...
...and i wouldn't want to be in that line even if t were 100k...ha.. goodness fred...another powerful write...strong lines throughout...i don't even start quoting my favs...cause there would soon end the whole poem in your comment box..
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