"rattrap" poems
Outstretched over tightly woven grids of
interlaced cityscapes,
storm clouds purge their bodies.
Rolling thunder claps, snapping like a rattrap
executioner.
Lightning strikes,
it
follows
along to:
Fibonacci's beat
one and one is two and one is
three and two is five
and three is
eight. Eight
legs,
like the ****** who spun
these threads of buildings with a widows
design. All the while wearing her
red sign
of
warning,
this city will ensnare you, and bleed
you dry.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:29 AM UTC
_**Love with wrong person breaks a man,
His heart pain,
Unbearable;No one can explain.
He wants to forget it,
But he doesn't,
Broken heart has no courage for it.
His blind love binned him in a rattrap,
He knows stuck like rat in rattrap,
But he wants to spend his life in rattrap,
Because,
He truly lovely with wrong person.**_
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC