Wednesday, October 18, 2017

wiped

I don't know where travelers go
spreading spaces ill defined
alliance of trolls
patrolling yards shear dusty faces
treasure seeps through holes unkind
in your den Daniel dies
liars pick his bones
tamers shrew the pieces, horns bent
chaos chews the elements
wrong becomes your friend
tempest blows the rhyme
temples flower resist and crave
no room for dungeon flows
you don't know your there. 
don't want to
beat, burnt, wiped
don't look for cognizance
the gears are ill defined
songs know your name and cave
grinding hope in plague writ mind
gear shot in blind
tame a tsar communal
fields spread with funerals
manna of death
cover your nose
don't eat the vegetables
cry before noon.  your temple don't know
evening flows with dark birds rising
catch their talents
ride the wind


denis streeter   10/18/17

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