the rickety ship careens
over the tempestuous sea
in the throes of sorrows
draped in logical fallacy
there is a
simplicity
in the ever present
birdsong
coming through
the open screen door
a tonal
progression
falling in
synch
with the rest
of the world
around me
the lonely cries of the gull
circling in the gray skies
a hint of rot blowing through
on the wings of bloated flies
i know why
the crows gather
in murders
slipping between the atoms
on the monomolecular waves
breaking down into hellish
parodies the heart craves
distortions
static induced
states of dismay
melancholia sprays
a musky stench
of unwelcome reminders
rejoinders in
distilled angst
the woodpecker taps
against my skull
seeking grubs
but only finding
bittersweet longing
the blackened blood sputters
gelatinous residue blocks veins
falling ever deeper into cyclical
reenactments of petty past pains
lost in
complexities
a viking funeral
igniting the
feathered silence
grating across
mockingbird
ridicules
still the rickety ship sways
taking on the brackish seas
frozen in painblossom rigors
constructing logical fallacies
Perfect. Look at us go! Lol, branching out and everything 😛
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absolutely. we are fancy and refined
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