Get Your Premium Membership

sheeth metal

I heard it from an anvil the metal brookside churning and fire brass inferno that later took my silence inside a broken shadow I heard it from an anvil he spoke of words unweilding like protozoa brooding and elvin skin and tatoo freaks a smooching paused from all the moods swings to sway back forth my lewd crude oozing tis the nose, let forth my conviction as high notes poke a choke she goosed in im fused in an entirely perplexed with latex anamolies that ruse my use of snugs unloosed running passed the idlers of traffic to make my stops in crests of the topless oh dear to touch the moon how so without rockets these chests that dropp mosh pits developing my nocturnal hog fits a pest with unrest that bests the rock lists i send one note out to you this is my pavement to mock this

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment
Date: 5/24/2017 8:08:00 PM
Well I do thank you for the comment, though I'm not familiar with the win your implying?
Login to Reply
Date: 5/24/2017 7:24:00 PM
very unique imagery, Junero. Congrats for your fine win in Brian's contest.
Login to Reply