creative flirting with disaster, or my hearts jungle, take your pick

by strangeling

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-08-24 14:42:00

strange thing this reined being,
ranged seeing his brain leaking,
pained seeking this maimed tweeking,
yet famed speaking to lips alight fair nightingale,
catch flight where lightning fails to lick flames of ravage,
how does rain pour in the bright sun?
of questions unanswered i’m not sure this is the right one,
blight of bane for men to hold yet still i gather fragments,
the last place you would think to look treetop-hat-tipping,
slipping thinking writhing winking,
pleasure builds watch what iron hands are gripping,
curtained seeds with uncertain deeds to fulfill,
merchant means of purchase perfect what’s your prefect,
defect we in fact hold mettle still,
reject what in mind is told settling bills,
siddle up or unsaddle high-horses left in pastures please,
twenty gallons of shit in a ten gallon hat,
plenty balance for vagrants and malice more sacred,
lengthy tongues wet the ears of those not paying enough attention,
long-winded but never short-sighted,
have slighted those fair of face,
who holds the sway if light of neither night nor day shines,
either right away pines lost-lover’s aromas linger,
finger lightly garments left thrown to the floor last-nightly,
it might be that lofty thoughts are rather bare or base uncertainties or never touched,
if ever such a minding leads to so much unbinding wish for fair weather-luck,

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