cradle talk reverses baby's breath
against lily sheets to provide death
oh how the minutes pile high to sky
though they claim time is delusional
yet rotten ferns can never deny
i once wrote about screaming bread creatures
it's strange how our own quirks are teachers
nothing good rhymes with delusional
though i could rhyme the last syllable
in any case what rhymes with syllable
in that last line I fucked over my count
life is a broken scheme regardless
look here comes another wave of darkness
A contest entry
- for disciples of the Lizard King, Jim Morrison Prompts by lunarlunacy.
580 points, ended October 24, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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hahaha. This is good!
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And what kind of mind-altering hors d'oeuvre's have been riddling your plate lol?
Interesting piece. Best wishes in the contest!
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