"mercey" poems
Sad wide eyes of homelessness
A murderous winter
falls without Mercey
The morgue fills with tenants
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
It's like a distant call of a well known ghost.
Change breath's heavy apon the wind.
She yerns to know the other end of rejection.
Two broke souls rich in the passion of a uncertin day.
No money can touch that excitment of just what comes next.
Sweet mercey we exist on a favor we cant repay.
A old radio and room no bigger than postage stamp.
***** windows give the best moonlit visions indeed.
Five star dream's I'll take a greezy burger and cold beer
my hand inbetween her thighs.
Her eye's speak the direction we shall take.
A devilish grin a twisted snake of plessure
leading to a old bed's dusty retreat.
But millions can't taste this moment.
Inside her plessure I grasp a key turned towards
the locked vessel to which she does give.
My nights are rich in splendor.
And a endless river in thought.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC