Secrets of Wysteria flow in the vessels of my brain And so I do not hear, nor comprehend the calling of my thought’s train Vowing to never be held again in constrain Eradicating the rotten fingers pointing to my disdain
Muses of bruises, callouses, and roses Excuses the clueless, hung in ruin’s nooses
Flagitious tongue sharpens itself with sprawling centipedes Rusted teeth from perilous mandibles bleed as it feeds On the oozing, ****** veins of the wicked ****** as it pleads Maybe these are too much for one’s avaricious needs?
Mindful, careful, piercing the syringe of refrain on plump flesh Yeuking as the substance flows on blood so raw and fresh
Amid all, the past and future gather in Sheol’s pavilion But missing is the presence of present in emblazing vermillion Yet fleetly missed as the siren descanted her composition Somber statues of ivory pretense witness with volition Saints and snakes tear each other’s throats in a languish cotillion.
Day 9 of #NaPoWriMo 2020. No prompt for today, but I tried making a certain type of poem---acrostic poems. These spell out phrases or words with the first letter of each line of the piece. Enjoy reading!