I am poisonous below the flock
We see quaking bones beyond the trees
Take cover! The day is hard
I am peaceful behind the water
We feel evil snares against the tomb
Awaken, awaken! The insanity is coming
Sinister and damp beyond the water
I meet red cats beyond the wind
Tighten up your wig! The night gets weird
shifting nameless
seeing the light
no words left
With what memories
my friend
take another road
wondering why
VOUS LISEZ
Incoherent Poetry
PoésiePoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective that a new tone, genre, or coherency (some semblance of sense at all) can be made from throwing different ideas together in a bizarre gathering of words.
