Poetry Blogs (viscera)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (6 hours ago)
I try not to question my humanity
and let me be damned,
but I’m not the killing type.
I want to put out someone’s eyes
press them in or pluck them out
like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.
Like a force majeure,
rip the bricks from walls
watching architecture crumble and tumble
the relics of a past age fall,
flutter like shredded b...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:10 am