slow burning mouth
we feed our lust with fire
worship the constitution
of unorthodoxy
left our skins pierced in
tragic pains of every day
each civilized mind
argued in judgment
their fingers always
pointing at us
2013
slow burning mouth
we feed our lust with fire
worship the constitution
of unorthodoxy
left our skins pierced in
tragic pains of every day
each civilized mind
argued in judgment
their fingers always
pointing at us
2013
Yes, and even if they have not found us out, we know that those fingers await us….thank you
Hey! Big thanks for sharing in Share the Love. Without you it would be dead digits in a hard drive! Look forward to sharing in your poetry.
Expressive, yet hidden. I like it 🙂
Magic, brutal, compeling.
that was supposed to say compelling, I need to put my glasses on!