Archive for July 17, 2015

farcical verse redux



flooding back

of a half-whispered kiss
lost forever on the breeze

smitten by time
if not by rhyme

for rust & marty

you see there may come a time when all of what we yearn and ache and pine and lie and cheat and kill and maim and hurt to attain may turn out to be as worthless as the lives we hurt and took and raped and pillaged and tortured and slapped and abused and molested and plundered and then we shall be seen for that what we all essentially are: scented meat

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