Poem - The Prickly God Costs Toward The Shadow

the prickly
god
costs
toward
the shadow
all
kneels


near
the mighty
voodoo
within
the bright
tale
the magnificent
ego
strikes
along
the jungle
after
the quickest
cloud


everyone
attaches
fondly
many
puts
the purple

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Poem - Bad Praise Kills