BITE YOUR TONGUE
Lucifer, fallen angel, tried so hard to be good
But servitude just wasn't in his blood.
A pebble in a dream, a mind that heaves,
all the unresurrected flotsam of a snow-filled freeze
cloying stench of death now
all that remains of war.
Time's eunuchs we are, for sure,
kids, just kids, battered, scarred, no-man-mattered;
torn bodies cancelling love's deceiving ways ,
forsaking patriotism's cheating haze.
Hearts full of liberal regret,
Politcians...enthroned dilettantes who sincerely beget
Frozen hearts in a whiteness of snow;
O! I never cry and I never laugh and I never kiss and I rarely sigh.
And I cannot die:
Devote your nights to the fleurs de mal
Fascinate these docile rhymes
To the ugly mirrors of the twisted mind
The crawling men know...
Eyes glazed, a sudden blow...
A child falling redly....
There you go...