persecuted
do. not. trip.
limbs a tangled blasphemy
shuffle shuffle forward
on grated soles
fireflies
fly into the fire
while the fire’s flight
is adjourned; handcuffed
to the pillars of the earth
where chaos subsides
inferno rules
the self-proclaimed pope
coughs up maggots –
frugal as he is,
he hurries
to fetch a spoon;
digest again.
No idea
what it “means”,
but I loved all the various phrases
and the cynical snipes.
I am also not a fan
of “centered” poems,
but this was short so I was OK.
I’m going to
experiment with HTML
here!
smile
[write if you’d like!]
LikeLike
this one made me think a little… here’s the result:
http://nephiriel.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/why-i-center-poetry/
LikeLike
Ooops, failed: can’t center a comment using HTML. darn! 🙂
LikeLike
😀
LikeLike
Man, this is bleak…. very forceful!
LikeLike
thank you for stopping by 🙂
LikeLike