paint by numbers dyslexia, the palate doesn’t match the taste buds doesn’t match the palate of another sunrise at the bottom of the sea shanty grog scented mess
palatial estates set upon fault lines undisguised cries shouted from the very nestled pit of vipers in an ancient burial ground for nuclear disasters
the grand disasterpiece framed by tremors sang by tenors and a chorus of the castrati mezzo sopranos cyanide serenades softly sung to celebrate saddening sighs
silence sets the sails afire across the sodden docks of nether worlds locked within snow globes in the hands of angry toddlers high on sugar and sleepy rage
sleep filled eyes absinthe soaked quills streaking chaotic word illustrations down the vellum of the last picture book in the library of alexandria as it burns
I absolutely love this
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Love the alliteration.
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thank you. I am a huge fan of letting the words fall where they will and alliteration is just so natural for it.
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I love how you used the language. Powerful and worthwhile words shared.
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thank you. i truly appreciate the kind words.
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I enjoyed your work tonight and you are welcome.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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thank you so very much
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You are welcome Mike.
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A vast word bank spins through a program to APP out modern life philosophy
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yes. exactly
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