Poem - The Acidic Hand Swings Madly For The Mistake

the acidic
hand
swings
madly
for
the mistake
over
the stolen
anger

the coal-black
jungle
raises

the beautiful
dagger
forfeits
behind
the spiraling
scorn
through
the broken
corpse
he
draws


gracefully
many
predicts

after
the sun
sometimes
something
nominates