haggard hare hopping haphazardly through the haze high off hypocrisy and hilarity - hunched hyena cackling to hit the heights of his hands
miss mary mac mac mac, all dressed in black liquid lining the white of glistening eyes that encircle pooling pupils pointed with poisonous precision at their pulsing partner.
pass me your excuses,
I've grown starving hungry and stark-raving mad.
pin the knife on my back and call me lover, you liar,
I'll lean into your dagger and sing back with laughter.
misdirected malicious intent positioned on the bull's eye of your chest,
sink another three arrows into the target and dance round the corpse in victory with shaky knees,
sprinkling suspicion onto sapling trees stunting growth in both directions,
suspended air in leaves swings over my early grave graven with images of Indra.
stave off sympathy with a tall glass of cyanide,
sinister smirk slinks onto your face through the fissure cracked at the cornered sides of the mouth.
leisurely lies are boiling over the brim spilling tar onto the floor,
curdling to mold
decompose the muffled mystery
muttered by dubbed-over lips -
can you decode the silent spaces to glimpse
the ugly truth?
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
haggard hare hopping haphazardly through the haze high off hypocrisy and hilarity - hunched hyena cackling to hit the heights of his hands
miss mary mac mac mac, all dressed in black liquid lining the white of glistening eyes that encircle pooling pupils pointed with poisonous precision at their pulsing partner.
pass me your excuses,
I've grown starving hungry and stark-raving mad.
pin the knife on my back and call me lover, you liar,
I'll lean into your dagger and sing back with laughter.
misdirected malicious intent positioned on the bull's eye of your chest,
sink another three arrows into the target and dance round the corpse in victory with shaky knees,
sprinkling suspicion onto sapling trees stunting growth in both directions,
suspended air in leaves swings over my early grave graven with images of Indra.
stave off sympathy with a tall glass of cyanide,
sinister smirk slinks onto your face through the fissure cracked at the cornered sides of the mouth.
leisurely lies are boiling over the brim spilling tar onto the floor,
curdling to mold
decompose the muffled mystery
muttered by dubbed-over lips -
can you decode the silent spaces to glimpse
the ugly truth?
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