c me and c me not

c me and c me not
there’s a pumping machine
at the feet of pretend sanctity

overlook is a matter of
spelling it the right away mama
transcendence is the way you breath

grieve not for the short of it
take strength from the billions
of scored not tonight

dare me you fed up with feathery fire
with love and fierce flames birthed
at the dip of dark star turning you

mass me not into mercury graves
where old tradition run with clocks
into why with a grin and fake churches

dereliction adheres to an after here
to the no other you than I mate
the no more than this view for sure

to the perspective of I am soon
no more gone fired into
a glass wardrobe of want

it will be said sayonara
late at night seriously dealt
sun dials runs for president





Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-24 at 22:58

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