10-31-2020, 12:56 AM
(10-30-2020, 06:40 PM)Kingsausage1778 Wrote: I spy with my little eye,The imagery in this poem is exquisite.
Creations of the invisible,
Bleed from the sky.
I envision with infinite decision,
A banquet of lizards,
Battling for first incision.
I saw through the cracks in the door
An automated saint,
Beneath a righteous whore.
It's probably unfinished.
"I have no one to talk to about the shit that goes on inside my head." -- M