#ochre
Between leaf and life
Wet ochre leaves bundled exit
Life was lived now gone
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 10:07 AM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a broken watch
A piece of garbage all but twice a day
Existing to be broken on the rocks
Remember the father and where he lay
But gone is the age of the stoics babe
Now rust and rot control the fall of glass
Not one was witness to the violet grave
Except the people in the razor grass
But nothing's nice under an ochre sky
Although your sickened tick is worse than most
And you betray the father with your lie
As if his sacrifice was but a joke
A life in the waves could pay all your dues
Best get comfy in your new concrete shoes
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
Burnt ochre, brittle and blackened since bloom.
In death's repose, the roses are refined.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC