Brilliant Blasphemy
Burnt like tongues,
in our steaming soup.
Now this taste,
is of ashen anticipation.
The wasted walls of youth
decaying
In due damnation
the very writer of the law,
Indeed the first to break it.
Innocence like spiders,
distressed
when webs were shaken.
ATHENA!
ATHENA!
stripped in naked virtue.
endless clout about you,
and a hollow soul before you.
Filled and then sucked dry,
your love like one would bar tend.
mixed and then poured out,
an oscillating option.
Copyright © Julian Joseph | Year Posted 2012
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