I find it is disheartening
-To think of corpses
Flitting on erudite stairs
-To false pediments- softening feet
With plagiarized blankets.
I once stood for something-
Colonizing a belly, painting wall flesh
As was my home. but wait instead- now
For this beast to vomit
Taken was- our chance of amalgamation
We'll dance on an alabaster stone, as we mourn the existence of the living,
ReplyDeleteIn hospital gowns two-sizes too small,
So they fit just right,
Against our leprous skin
That we can't feel.
But we can fill our desirous bellies, which can feel fierce hunger pangs,
With the transfiguration of our unfeeling corporeal forms
Into burning stardust.
kudos!!! haha i love it
ReplyDeleteI don't even know what it means!
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