Surreal
Sense moving grounds that slip and slide,
Undo the state of floating will;
Reach thought unsound that crash your ride,
Rush to the gate where flames burn bills;
Entreat the same where violence steals,
Alarm hurls fire at strange attire;
Laugh at game dire with lost appeal.
Feed ugly pyre that mad desire,
Attest to moans in clear debris,
Near tension sinks vile stings that link;
Taut lines now groan in lost maybes,
Apt as blank think beyond the brink;
Slave on these shores in painful woes,
Yesterday's gore sleeps at your door.
Leon Enriquez
28 March 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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