Prose Mine Prys

‘At play with words’ Cork thine eyes Cloaking lucent verbose halls Surely binding shutting tight Cork thine eyes Clutching goblet sipping falls Drunk seduction bending sight Prose mine prys Gather up my scrolling drawls Paging through the spite Prose mine prys Splitting metaphors with mauls Swindle word codle the blight This poem explained Shut your eyes Shade your bright and wordy thoughts Absolutely shut off your mind Shut your eyes Drink from the fountain of lies of the rich Allow yourself to be seduced and become blind My ordinary words chip away Read what I have written They are memorable moments of contempt My ordinary words chip away I chop up what I write with metaphors The negative meanings of what I write deceives with tenderness T.R.Sevrens