a nuisance
scraping the sallow pavement
is what it was.
P ondering the truth and throttling
A cquiesence like it was a familiar
R use to be outplayed by vision plodding
I rises holding us against the
S ubtle egress of omens.
W arble no longer, paradisiacal birds.
I gnite no longer, city buoys.
T his is where they come to salvage ire.
H arbingers — dark, something fire
L eaves on damp graves
O ver grasslands lay quiet, felled dew
V ermilion eye seeing all
E rupt in a flash of a gun.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
a nuisance
scraping the sallow pavement
is what it was.
P ondering the truth and throttling
A cquiesence like it was a familiar
R use to be outplayed by vision plodding
I rises holding us against the
S ubtle egress of omens.
W arble no longer, paradisiacal birds.
I gnite no longer, city buoys.
T his is where they come to salvage ire.
H arbingers — dark, something fire
L eaves on damp graves
O ver grasslands lay quiet, felled dew
V ermilion eye seeing all
E rupt in a flash of a gun.
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