"ligerature" poems
It was the best night of my life...
after having come back from playing my fife,
I was just working on my ligerature
When I saw a distant figure.
It approached me with a cold surrounding air,
Beckoning me to join in its heir.
I looked for its face,
And saw the blessing of Charles Mingus's grace.
He slowly walked up and whispered ever so quite,
"Have you ever made a sacrifice for the Mingus ever so pliant?"
I replied back:
"I have not, I apologize for the lack."
but unfortunately, it was not enough,
So he grabbed me by the collar, ever so ruff,
And told me tentatively,
"I am the only God, I deserve only your worship attentively."
So I bowed down to my controller,
My holy Excalibur,
The one who put me to sleep,
The one who has come to reap.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC