Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.140.254.100

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem




Wind lowers it's head-stream, earthbound, 
battle helmet of direction-secured. 
True Hermes holding a riddled scroll, temperature, tempered, phalanx wall to litmus count the cull.

Non-relative incomings from the garment of space, 
to run obscene into the street. 
Wrinkles of Gaia indecent without cream, 
hydration,
epiderm reactions, boils, 
face cracking on bout of gout.

The royal trees and their loyal vegetations 
withholding tithe to Man 
in lieu of fertilized mopery, panor-mime 
of "silent treatment".

The lakes, unbathed turn foul, 
a salty audacity of intrusion 
to fuel resentment sediment far looking, 
gaunt, empty.

The rivers change their inclination, 
declination, surrection in-bleeding out, 
out bleeding in direction.

The sea roars in complaint, hatches her obscene Leviathans release from underneath that she invitro-bastards, out-rages, helter swellter sea-beast abominations re-unleashed.

The delusion carries tune to the forest kin 
no longer in Mid Spring courtship 
with Robin Hood, Albion. 
No longer in hibernation and calm location. 
They must embark the realms of Men, 
to their disturbing-investigation.

Extremeties convulse in palsy, 
tongues stricken blind 
and eyes encompassed in the review 
of the interplanetary cult of the spiritual procession, incoming of the 4th, 3D kind. 

Pangs of the final epoch of Time.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required