"verda" poems
Whispering night fades to sable dull morning
Verda in black whilst her mother is mourning
cabaret clown-show dances in deep
Verda is down in the valleys of sleep
Verda takes pills in a sinister tomb
smiles wicked smiles and her eyes turn to moons
mummy is rocking away by her side
and pulls out her teeth to a sweet lullaby
Girl-child Verda, who loves cuts and bruises
with a stitched-up mind which she frequently loses
and a mother who stops her from having her play
other children are pink but her Verda is grey
Delicate lace is lined in her coffin
Verda in black whilst her body is rotting
chemical residue flows in her veins
Verda's no child and her mother's insane
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
En este menester dado de acordinacion y todo, empezaremos.
Eran unas bien uniformes a la verda de la mitologia, en ese entonces se formulo un destino.
Se seguia de formas desesperadas, en esas ideas y mas, se detenio y aranco otra mitologia.
En ese recuerdo estaban las manos de sus emociones y dadas se fueron haciendo mas pequeñas, y despues de eso se deshizo la moneda.
Rodando se fue azulando la mañana en ese lugar.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC