Queer
Gone before time can enter space,
Place where no light can shine or greet;
Madness avails a defunct mode,
Sense poise surreal where smog now chokes;
Dizzy dazzling turn of malaise,
So much not said yet cutting sharp;
Death does not come to cowards here,
Only the stiff corpse lying in state;
This sad hollow where no rhymes come,
Cryptic moods fill dense atmosphere;
The babbling shouts of crazy crooks,
Moans fill the air with strange repute;
Repeat once more that morbid haste,
Waste upon shores hurl hurts most *****.
Leon Enriquez
29 October 2015
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015
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