Each beheading holds
The truth of Justice
Now, when the arch light
Flickers at Dawn
We see the Repear holding
The underlining of the fat belly
Of Free Verse
When there was nothing
You complained
When You had Everything
You complained
Instead of Fortitude
Births Arithmetic
Pushing rose petals
With the tip
Of your chapped tongue
Every rain drop
Slows me down
I step as if it is
The last one
I will ever take
Naive hesitation from
A mother who elapsed in Love
As water builds on my chandelier
I hold nothing in my hands
I am tired of these
Sick, enjoyed, hipsterites that
Praise things they have
Never even touched or seen
A bitter taste
Holds
For the soul
Of the pigeon
They say things
That hold nothing
That praise nothing
That say
Nothing
As am I lost
I will stay
In the meek and
Desperate
Gutter
Flipping pennies
As the seagulls mock me
Having flight
Where I
Do not
Desperation hangs
On their nouns
Humorlessness spills
From their verbs
Showing the Fear
That somehow they know
Nothing
Is Near
The Prison Light Moves
The Beat of the Heart Folds
A telling affair of
The rich, priceless, and snared
Reading you
Brings out the absurd
In
All of this
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 4:11 AM UTC
Each beheading holds
The truth of Justice
Now, when the arch light
Flickers at Dawn
We see the Repear holding
The underlining of the fat belly
Of Free Verse
When there was nothing
You complained
When You had Everything
You complained
Instead of Fortitude
Births Arithmetic
Pushing rose petals
With the tip
Of your chapped tongue
Every rain drop
Slows me down
I step as if it is
The last one
I will ever take
Naive hesitation from
A mother who elapsed in Love
As water builds on my chandelier
I hold nothing in my hands
I am tired of these
Sick, enjoyed, hipsterites that
Praise things they have
Never even touched or seen
A bitter taste
Holds
For the soul
Of the pigeon
They say things
That hold nothing
That praise nothing
That say
Nothing
As am I lost
I will stay
In the meek and
Desperate
Gutter
Flipping pennies
As the seagulls mock me
Having flight
Where I
Do not
Desperation hangs
On their nouns
Humorlessness spills
From their verbs
Showing the Fear
That somehow they know
Nothing
Is Near
The Prison Light Moves
The Beat of the Heart Folds
A telling affair of
The rich, priceless, and snared
Reading you
Brings out the absurd
In
All of this