Darling we have our memories
Twisted and left behind...



Away

Darling we have our memories
Twisted and left behind
Some with hours made free
For the folk that go on to be blind
Rain is never for the senseless
Who can't understand a word?
Or an idea coming clear fresh
Into your heart like a crying bird

Flesh to jackal and lightening
I'm surrounded by wasteland
Only to establish the one thing
Not in ease or stricture command
Perfumed of enchanted lilacs
I'm surrounded to find and establish
For when someone in gifts lacks
He will most freshness dismiss

Keep away with such a jackal
That never will give to know
Each sentence for them too tall
To give it its spark or a glow
A scarlet it leaves or volcano
No slender in combatant foam
Like any old saying will go:
Away with such fakes' chrome




Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
Read 995 times
Written on 2006-11-02 at 20:22

Tags Fresh  Fakes  Chrome 

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