april's Dawn is all but Cold;
holding Not the paper Flag.
fragging Gatlings, slashing Throats;
throwing-over plaster Tanks.
tangled Rails have sailed off Coast,
coats have Hanged from dangled Rope.
boats have Sanquine........Daggered cloaks.
loco Motives don't hold Back.
but
Baggage claim has made me Choke.
coaches Host a stage of Battle:
Cattle prods n pods n Groves,
growing Pains of ancient Product,
Prada bags n drags of Smoke,
broken Cures of pure diSaster,
after Math n fractured Bones,
bowls of Ash n vats of Toxins,
Oxy masks n massive Tokes,
hopes oF Dank n thanks oF Cancer,
candid Land of sandy Coves,
evoking Cloves........n copacaBanas,
abandoned Cars n bars of Gold,
scolding Coals n soaking Flesh,
selfish Goals n loads of Chocolate,
"Charlies gotta rotting Soul."
swollen Chops n blocks of Engines,
wretched Thoughts of wrongful Justice,
"just this Once id like to **** it."
willful Whims n ***** Wonkas,
walking Fogs n falling Trenches,
wrenching Claws n talking Heads,
headless Worms n hordes oF Zombies--
robbing kleptic Leprechauns,
calming Storms n swarms of Locust,
hocus Po*** known as Magic,
dancing Trolls n tolls of Taxes,
Taxi cabs n scalpy Tickets,
ticking Clocks n crocks oF ****,
shifting Rocks n toppling Stones,
knowing i dont know the Past,
passing........Faces,,,,,,,,fading........Rainbows.
© Copyrighted Jesse James Adams
just Cuz xD
frozen Walls of tide may Crash.
sand bags hide a Way all those.
over all my waves of Glass:
#sidewaysThoughtfulpose<3
