Thunderous palpitations upon benign sedaments,
Miscreants vindicate with justice of six cents.
A vociferous tyrannosaurus bursts sickly
Sanitized wives and rodents scurry very
Sedately towards dainty cliffs and heights
Of unforeseeable depths-withered sights.
A Persian rug is spread across garnered grounds
Before touring gypsies which please sound.
Great stories gather precariously on the head
Of a pen sent from hapless flutters in bed-
Sensations traverse a thing called a universe,
Discoursing various travesties as a nurse.
In gambits trained by substantial lapels
And triumphant whores who cast spells
Of priority towards declining propellers.
But, you're right, titanically proportioned cells.
Dwelling in tumultuous storms just to feel,
To melt the ashes of memories, means to heal.
Neglect the skeptic who's late for dinner
Skinning prunes and my meat suit's a winner.
Standard debasement sits beside youth
Stinking of stale sex and sweat of a sleuth
In the waiting room planning substantial
Equations translating to aliens:
We're still here...
Categories:
discoursing, angel, universe,
Form: Ballad
Concourse with no passenger limits
Un-restricted access to all corridors
Freely navigating space and time
Winding aimlessly along each meter
Easy, un-restrained, rhythmless strides
No pattern to my steps
Pausing for no apparent reason
Deliberately browsing through each strand
Informally addressing every subject I meet
Disconnected from the discourse around me
Categories:
discoursing, on writing and words
Form: Free verse