Tryin’ to sound like Charlie Manson as Mr. Cohen warned Ramblings of the dream-warped mind Poetry or puerile porn? Crimson ink drained from a vein Words sluiced on a bloody page Somewhere between fear and rage Lousy poets disengage Life and death, bees and birds Imagery of the absurd Drowning in the Highlands Loch Ness stream of consciousness Monstrous imaginings The stench of acrid, lurid things Written in translucent ink Pen to paper, spilling seed Copyright ©️ 2024, David Angel, All Rights Reserved
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A great one for Friday. Great way to go in the weekend. Enjoy
Bristle cone tree may revive. Had eons of progeny. One of oldest living trees, a survivor as well as great poetry carved cuneiform words in mud bricks.