duty
denial
death
The starving realist longs for the meal
that sits on a platter of silver delight
and golden gluttonous cloth
as the world goes round
on barren ground
the seed is caught
alone, untaught
unsung
A song for sixpence more
as air like porridge fills the gap
between the ribs that hunger for
the frame for some forgotten door
the raven’s tap
the slap
The clarity that fills the glass
once sullied by the broth of life
that nevermore shall dare to pass
through lips that bleed a sailor’s farce
of stars that long to guide
And yet, through garnet stains, there seeps
a daimon voice that never sleeps
but whispers words in ethered haze
implanting dreams of saffron days
and Clotho, reprimanded so
must choose again the thread to spin
as all the walls of Jericho
are turned to sugar, light and gin
in equal measure
sold for pleasure
so the drums begin
duty
beat
denial
beat
death
beat
dreams
denial
death
The starving realist longs for the meal
that sits on a platter of silver delight
and golden gluttonous cloth
as the world goes round
on barren ground
the seed is caught
alone, untaught
unsung
A song for sixpence more
as air like porridge fills the gap
between the ribs that hunger for
the frame for some forgotten door
the raven’s tap
the slap
The clarity that fills the glass
once sullied by the broth of life
that nevermore shall dare to pass
through lips that bleed a sailor’s farce
of stars that long to guide
And yet, through garnet stains, there seeps
a daimon voice that never sleeps
but whispers words in ethered haze
implanting dreams of saffron days
and Clotho, reprimanded so
must choose again the thread to spin
as all the walls of Jericho
are turned to sugar, light and gin
in equal measure
sold for pleasure
so the drums begin
duty
beat
denial
beat
death
beat
dreams
It could be worse