Dot Mockers
dot mockers
freelance me
oh look to me
oh look to me
medusa my hair
dread locks dreaded
climbing my stereo type
boot marks on the face
of
death
intrusions made upon peace
the cleaved disfigures clung
swallowing thumb tack thoughts
provoked beyond the reasoning in sanity
howled moons shadow stars guidance
here they are guiding rings to me
sorting through halo rainbows
my night
of
slaughtered day
what talkers
all we seen
was
dot mockers
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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