Thursday, October 11, 2018

Poem - Behind The Scorn Those Falls Cheerfully

behind
the scorn
those
falls
cheerfully
clearly
that
cuts

carelessly
the aged
flower
wakes

none
forwards

inside
the weight
whichever
freezes

the distant
shackle
wakes
fatally

frantically
this
breaks

the magenta
jungle
produces

each
douses

underneath
the smoldering
noose

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