i have a rendezvous with rhyme
with only the lyrics of this orchestra
my cadence is only for rhythm
free-verse in its purest ingenuity
I ache for quarterly submissions
of my essential need to write
the autopilot poetica of my
last kaleidoscopic vision strange
a musical hopscotch of surrender
a mystical milking it of thirst
muse & fate here relaxes
for a final teasing and tasting
of the plump record of odes
and the promise of exhaustive cadence
that reaches humming pentameter
stares organic pink into utopia
requesting documentation from the stars
in how to be a poet, as legends burn
martyrs in their alien worlds
a last dynasty of awkward prayer-rituals.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
i have a rendezvous with rhyme
with only the lyrics of this orchestra
my cadence is only for rhythm
free-verse in its purest ingenuity
I ache for quarterly submissions
of my essential need to write
the autopilot poetica of my
last kaleidoscopic vision strange
a musical hopscotch of surrender
a mystical milking it of thirst
muse & fate here relaxes
for a final teasing and tasting
of the plump record of odes
and the promise of exhaustive cadence
that reaches humming pentameter
stares organic pink into utopia
requesting documentation from the stars
in how to be a poet, as legends burn
martyrs in their alien worlds
a last dynasty of awkward prayer-rituals.
