If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less
What thoughts and sentiments would you express
Watched closely you can see what it can be
A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities
A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet
Luscious peach that makes you bow and weep
Tag: Poem
Dismal, Poetry by Sonya Devyatkin
Never have we seen a day as dismal as today,
shuddering rain of contempt,
on ours paths of concrete and subversion,
we soak in the mists of our mentors; delusionary stories,
traced with anthrax & disdain.
Traditions and séances
help us achieve Nirvana.
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