TL's Guidance for the Depraved and Lascvicious
I'll post a poem or haiku here every so often. . .
Criticism is fine and so is insults, I'm just stretching my tendrils.
Cry in the Bright
Walk as we will, drag as it suits
Cold is the air, twisted table sheets
Bird frozen on the pike, vomit grown to roots
Told is the wind, chalazion teats
The dusk is dead, the dusk is dying
The screaming sun sits spooling
I hear the prickled timer gasping and frying
Mad love of the dark, laughing in tremolo
The bird thaws sipping deep downs
The twisted eye of pragmatic below
We are not here, I am within . . . within
It is stabbing, it is burning outside
Twist and cut downwards, split the air into a scream
Perplexed by only the sound of deep crying.
One done more at another time.
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“YOU ARE SCUM SLUT.”
-John Martyn
Last edited by Terrible Lizard; 05-20-2009 at 04:54 PM.
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