Twisted
The same
Old fashion sweeps
Due blame
On thoughts we keep
She strays
With a sly poise
Odd ways
Of twisted voice
The clash
Of deceit here
Tricks dash
Of needless fear
She speaks
As if to sway
Odd streaks
Of clots that stay
Mad mind
Can usurp thoughts
In kind
As blisters dot
She screams
And calls out names
Curds cream
To cast odd blame
Trite makes
Emerge to fit
Strange takes
Of crazy bits
She hears
Forfeit cast loss
Right here
In fickle toss
Mad things
Come out to play
Sad flings
In anxious say
She thinks
To swing the bat
To link
Non-rancid fat
Sad tale
Of a lost soul
No sale
In broken whole
Leon Enriquez
25 April 2017
Singapore
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