Dynasty is my name
as I flow in this darkness
of fear,
Write it down on
stone so I might be
remembered
next year,
Time moves
quickly, so slowly
down the
iron drain,
Pooling pink in
thick puddles of
blood,
run estranged
I'm as cool
as pickles
soaking in
yellow brine,
I'm right
for this world
just as you
were never
for mine,
I'd love to
hear the song
of bluebells on
the highway
one day,
Tie knots
and fold
sunny paper
into creamy
white cranes
Stark.
against black sky
and pitch clouds
Sinking.
into the universe
behind its
mounds
Of clay,
piling onto
smoky earth
and into
faces
Grinning
ear to ear, as
they begin
their mortal
races
Hop on
your horses!
tighten the
burning
reins
Of fire,
wreak
havoc,
wreak
my smile
Until it's a
twinge insane––
I'm wonderful,
how nice to
meet you!
I'd love to
hear your
name!
Maybe
one day
I'll write it
in stone,
But for
now,
I'll burn
paper
and watch it
go
up
in
flames
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
