Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2018
One leans.
Toward tilts
It's almost
Dramatic;
And clear,
To see why
Old Dante
Was taken by such a
Monstrosity, blighting
Skies overhead, yet
paying age-old (and
new) debts as ink drys.
Though it
Leans; falls
Even it is
No Pisa or
New York.
Rather fallic ode to
Glory and decaying
which admits defeat
yet stands proudly
Backdropping one-
handed martyrdom;
For those who had
Ploughed
Funds in
At time of
Need. And
Now are
Kept Devine.
Forever the
Concept
Remains.
A Comedy.
A poem shaped by Two Towers.
Written by
James R  Venezia
(Venezia)   
153
   fisharedrowning
Please log in to view and add comments on poems