Inurement Poems | Examples

Bugsy

Confidence fades away
Clothes to the wind
My cracking glass, the nightscape
Contorted into vixen reds and apparition dark
Seventeen

Kitsch eyes, as kitsch as a child
Crying in a kitchen scene over spilt milk
Shrinking under giant flaming wings of a morbid sun god
A flower in the rocks craving eleemosynary of sunlit droplets
Dew sticking heavy, a glue to papier-mâché the fine parasol
Poverty of any subtle scintella, a florid propinquity or velleity 
Slinking into the puissant moon dust but with all the style
Of a dead inurement Sickert slick

My sui generis malapropisms
Cruel bowdlerization of a grouping wall and night

The hard outer shell of flesh
The ladybug, the thumb
The ladybird and stupid shibboleth.

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Daffy, I said I'd write something called Bugsy :D