on bones
the vulture sits
the carcass picked clean now
no meat to eat, he is replete
he burps...
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on bones
the vulture sits
the carcass picked clean now
no meat to eat, he is replete
he burps...
he burps
he wipes his mouth
he rubs crumbs from his hands
he grins full of satification
he leaves
he leaves,
exit stage left.
enter stage right three footmen,
furious argument ensues;
dim lights
dim lights
wine and music
soft kisses and pasta
are you ready for the question
of course
of course
it's just a song
the melodious tune
soothes this anxious soul within me
listen
listen
and scale the sky
in wordless emptiness,
feeling arcs like turbulent skies
release.
release
winged desires
from the forbidding cage--
let them, in the blues of sky, be
portrayed
portrayed
above the fire,
the patriarch in pose,
scabbardless, with eyes sharp as swords,
he stares
loved it! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
he stares
at the ceiling
and his mind wanders on...
unnoticed, a beetle rests on
his hair
his hair
turned white, then
it disappeared like snow,
now the mountain peak is exposed—
warm hats…
warm hats,
warm coats, cool cars,
big boats, good food, play par,
bored broods, feels flat, wants more, starts war,
piss poor
piss poor
not a pot to
chase or catch a church mouse
so let him nibble, it's potluck
tonight
Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
Very good! I was wondering what would be the take on those two!
tonight,
I will not sleep,
for when the moon is full
the Mockingbird will sing all night
for me
for me
the wind whistles
through the highest branches
playing the music of nature
on key
on key
the mistrals play
the caves along the cliffs;
at times a distant train can't help
but wail