All invisible beyond the slime
You breathe scary fragments beside the trees
Way cool! The bastard never ends
Weird and dry above the dreamscape
You draw yellow fangs on the clouds
Be luminous. The King has fled
All splintering against the flock
We stretch splintering whorls beyond the bullshit
Whoa! The end has gone
scared hungry
in another country
empty hands
To what end
the hero
lose his way
while the snow fell
BINABASA MO ANG
Incoherent Poetry
PoetryPoetry 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.
