Those cranes have earned
their sack of seed
They pulled these pencil turrets
through a sturgeon curd of feckless wet
to leave them where they lay.
Because of this
i sit indifferent, satchelled
in an unmade bed,
a simple- headed almanac
of beige and sable rhetoric.
My heritage;
an Eton mess
of trampled roman candles
left, by careless midnight masses
that come scratching at my door.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
Those cranes have earned
their sack of seed
They pulled these pencil turrets
through a sturgeon curd of feckless wet
to leave them where they lay.
Because of this
i sit indifferent, satchelled
in an unmade bed,
a simple- headed almanac
of beige and sable rhetoric.
My heritage;
an Eton mess
of trampled roman candles
left, by careless midnight masses
that come scratching at my door.
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