Taken in by form the I/i eye formulates
[ what formula, you ask]
Identities of ideals interred in ivory
[but ebon butt, they like]
Towers the Titan while the gargoyle glowers
[oh come on now, that is way too OTT]
In man's Medusa-gaze life's varied beauty is stoned
[all the perfumes of arabia forsooth, call the ....phobe police]
Midas with goldey-locks minted the darkest of deeds
[the three bears to market - crash!!!]
Yet still to these alien sepulchres so whited,
[flicks the net, such games not sacred]
In awe the slaves still remain in awe, benighted
[well then...maketh not ye head nor tail?]
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
