My love Rests on imaginary nails. My body 'neath moonlit willow trees, The siren calling, "Hari Krishna!" Pulling the monk Out from Under dreams of harmony and peace, to place Love back in it's proper hierarchy. Tossing his silken gown, We prey.
Oh, Laridae, all feathers and beak, how we do adore your screech. Granted, puffy, squawking bird, anything you may beseech. Our sweet Kleptoparasite of beach. House it anytime we meet, with brute force and shellfish plea, you'll be the king of seas.
the red golden yellow and amber leaves land soft weaving a thick warm patched quilt for mother earth in anticipation of the autumn chill and the onset of **** frost
Inferno, Destructive, Infectious, Contaminating, Traumatizing,Eradicating, The ending of humanity, Conflagration.
A cinquain poem written by me and inspired by the book series, "The Maze Runner" created by James Dashner. This poem is about the 3rd book in the series, "The **** Order".
