This feeling is
No longer tradable
With rigor mortis
In the cartilage of
Tiny-spider-toes
All-patient-pink.
And that beguiling notion,
Wearing an anthem
From Tartarus--
Evolves us as readers-
As we touch the bark and know--
It's the snow that tells us we're cold.
Spreading norn's with sheathe-less
Silence crafting cobble-stone antics,
Through visceral attics
And cankering taste-buds.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
This feeling is
No longer tradable
With rigor mortis
In the cartilage of
Tiny-spider-toes
All-patient-pink.
And that beguiling notion,
Wearing an anthem
From Tartarus--
Evolves us as readers-
As we touch the bark and know--
It's the snow that tells us we're cold.
Spreading norn's with sheathe-less
Silence crafting cobble-stone antics,
Through visceral attics
And cankering taste-buds.
