Lead me not to a shadowless march
Whence love and lust seek to merge
Two steps behind, a step afar
Things of the heart we tend to drag.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
A strange road; a slouchy soul
Two to tow with dragging toes
Too far behind a glimpse of hope.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
Crossbite or snare, the road impels
Thither or not, a soul despairs
Stalled beyond, a tale to tell.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
Sweat and blood, I've come this far
The king is tipped, much less to spar
A tale at hand, I'll live to bear.
Categories:
crossbite, change, confusion, depression, destiny,
Form: ABC
Some wise-man expounded that a knife and a fork
Seperate men from their simian ancestors
I'm not so sure
Certain people should show
Their true colors
And cram the food straight
Into their face
Ram the grub right
Down their throats
Fingers and all
Grunting
Flatulating
Staring ahead blankly
Streaming grease begins swinging
From a cinderblock chin
Thus soiling their near perfect
Tuxedo
Opposing appendages are great
For ripping flesh from the bone
And fastening bow ties
Categories:
crossbite, allegory, animals, food
Form: Prose Poetry