Angry (Remove filter)
I'm working dammit
on the promise of a viscous promiscuity
I would normally shoot first, clean the mess later, ensure no witness survives
in the middleweek each slatternly evening should be bedded early
recently, though, the inclination of a night is to drink
coffee?
right! right! right!
read and write and write and ride a hundred of your dirty looks
in an all night...
Sunday 7th April 2013 8:10 pm
revolution runs better on stolen gasoline
every curtain will be stolen from
entitlement
each grain of dirt will raise
it’s raucous voice above
and over manners
while atoms bond
air will ignite for
blood is fuel enough
as gravity exists
believable in it’s force
secure each ideal
under fire from
truthful lies repeated
within freedom’s
monopoly of slaves
these d...
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:30 pm
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on Poetry Is Pain
2 hours ago
David RL Moore on Too late too late
18 hours ago
Rolph David on Love The Light, Embrace The Rain
19 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The roads taken
22 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on still, the Earth breathes
22 hours ago
Marnanel Thurman on The roads taken
23 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on where shadows do not drown
23 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
1 day ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on The Policemen Arrest The Men.
1 day ago
Ray Miller on The Empty Streets of Ego’s March
1 day ago