a vexatious mood
carved from my own flesh
creates symphonic
melodramas from
nerves taut with fevers
from exotic rum
drank from life's chalice
continuous strum
a puppet with strings
tempers orchestrate
dances hedonic
as my body swings
like a pendulum
iridescent pings
left wanting a hum
in place of the drum
carved from my own flesh
creates symphonic
melodramas from
nerves taut with fevers
from exotic rum
drank from life's chalice
continuous strum
a puppet with strings
tempers orchestrate
dances hedonic
as my body swings
like a pendulum
iridescent pings
left wanting a hum
in place of the drum
i got the fever...gotta watch that exotic rum you know...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis one really SPEAKS to me! I think it's the cadence.
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