Totally sexy beneath the air
I gather musty brains above the flowers
Awaken, awaken! The devil has gone
Sinister and comely before the trees
You prod evil meaning near the dreamscape
Zounds! The night has vanished
All colorful within the sea
I pull quiet knives near the clouds
Alass, Alack! The passion is gone
YOU ARE READING
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.
