Spy vs Poet - pen trickery
Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery
(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)
Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script
Ah, I see "I" the spy has stumbled upon new tricks
Disloyalty - The Perfidy - eye-witness – an errant scheme
Perhaps errant- perfidious? A joke! - I the spy got an eye full it seems.
A lie – a guise – eyesore - obvious & obscene
Lying to a liar, eye for an eye, i spy, seems fair to me
Fairness? ashes to fire, eyes of the spy stare - choke with antipathy
Agent, you should care less- i echoed your morals - you're the only psychopath for me.
Black-ops - My heart stops – deplorable – still I see this secret path. – spying on destiny
Special ops-special kind of special -no concern for collateral wrath, abandoned protocol, to spy on me
An echo back - a laugh - I spy within your eyes at last - an encumbered immortality
A new attack -a giggle- encumbered within portal as well, charged for weaponized poetry
A sign to act – a symbol – rumored derision – in the cradle of hell - rediscover – unutilized Creativity
So with no further hesitation, regards to this investigation, endless determination : speak your goals to me
I spy now confessor, my beautiful complication, I spied from the noblest intentions, I spied out of love and adoration, - entangled souls - a predetermined destiny without other goals I focused myopically
This poet feared aggressor, set traps to lead to implication, no foresight for prevention.
Could've avoided some damnation- spiralled out of control- nothings predetermined with me.
I sensed it spy -I know you guy- but you're crafty to a fault.
I know not why - or just in portal you lie-i take it with a grain of salt
I followed some leads- confessed and made up false deeds- to lure you out somehow
Your pen enslaved-up until bedave- how come I feel love for you now.
Ultimate entrapment - not taking the rap for it, I will not turn myself in
Your wire taps hint- level of ridiculous ****- same prison, different pen.
You're a true romantic, through and through - have good intentions and i know it too, ineed you to see
You're coming at me cape on back-understanding of situation you lack- black and white files don't show you meme
These places-these faces-you so deserately seek to spare me from
Were salvation, took me in no hesitation, I call them my home
I am struggling now, confused some how, of who's right or who's wrong
Red handed you said-portaless tape red- now, you state where i belong
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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