"unpaced" poems
I am on your chest of fighting pearls
Like a rack of phobias hovering over you
I push my eight legs hard between your ribs
As not only your pupils dilate
Your ribcage is wide open for me
To feast merciless on your frighted heart
I watch you with my thousand hooded eyes
As you arch your back with eyes closed
You hate so many things
Like morning breath and crumbs
But I will push this acrid vapour into you
As I press your back deep through the floor
I will take you there, come with me
Where you cannot go, by yourself
Don’t kneel before me, get the **** up and face
As we both push on to unpaced frontiers...
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC
He who
sings songs
in awkward tune
and unpaced meter,
is better than
that who sings
words
with neither
sense
nor
worth.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC