Subtle miseries
Curled, twisted and Coiled
On a burlap
Of satin sheen or silk
Flowing Red in Veins of Rugged Black
She paused to look back, but once.
Needle Street was not Panicky.
Today.
Walk Away.
You can.
Amber flutters
On a glittering silver
Iris bores
Until it zizzes
Gorging the blue embers of torment to loll
Cringe not, brop.
Why Live
When you don't live
My pithy and Apathy
Why Ever Did I Mourn
When all is a yarn
Unsewn and Fierce
Rolling Lint Unworn
Unleash the Dragon to See another Dawn
When all was lost, never coming back
Shed a drag of teary-eyed-remorse.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
Subtle miseries
Curled, twisted and Coiled
On a burlap
Of satin sheen or silk
Flowing Red in Veins of Rugged Black
She paused to look back, but once.
Needle Street was not Panicky.
Today.
Walk Away.
You can.
Amber flutters
On a glittering silver
Iris bores
Until it zizzes
Gorging the blue embers of torment to loll
Cringe not, brop.
Why Live
When you don't live
My pithy and Apathy
Why Ever Did I Mourn
When all is a yarn
Unsewn and Fierce
Rolling Lint Unworn
Unleash the Dragon to See another Dawn
When all was lost, never coming back
Shed a drag of teary-eyed-remorse.
Repose with a dab of poesy
