HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD.


ON ROSECOVERED SNARES’ PATH

Weedbundles to catch
Nettles to eat
Blindfolds to carry
Walls to bury

Life to sort

In drunken swagger after slightest right to hold loved
sifts the funny farms steadily for what is most sane
while the scum lie absent-minded with a red apple in the mug

Un-astute unwieldy ― Wretched,
grubbing in exchangable Nothing,
turns around,
not unlike stinking and staring cows

And hardships little bread crumbs look good in darkness’ corner
meanwhile the very finest scum oink away to their babble songs

Retards demand to equal eachother to live furthest down
in clutching after cheap thought-jewelry and life-pettiness
Misgrowth is dug up ideals: Meaningless crass experiences
But, unclean will remain being Gladness’ most rare guests

Weedbundles to throw
Nettles to grow
Blinfolds to burn
Walls to build

Life to sort



Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-24 at 02:34

Tags Walls  Life  Death 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
First of all, I love the repetition of the first verse in the last.

Secondly, I love how your stanzas sound almost like jazz the way they go from short blocks to sprawling lines yet remain four lines

Lastly, I love the one words you let hang.

Masterful work

Language: 5
Format: 5
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2023-10-24