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
