Calm now in the sad wind
ever being in fog and thunder
bereft and alive in doubt
a philanderer in ghost colors.
So bring me that plastic chalice
sing me songs of love and procreation
I will drink deeply of loves lost
and scream against the cold concrete wall.
So many battles fought each broken minute
my knuckles are scraped and bleeding
while
the wolf in Versace clothing
snaps a selfie draped in private scorn.
You have gone away, my quiet love
and you are not coming back
calm now in sad wind
bereft and alive in doubt.
The world of human being
has become cramped and sickened
in two dimensional judgements
but it’s only there that I can see you.
My quiet love has gone away
hiding in wispy memories
it doesn’t know me now…
the times are short and sweet
with poisonous sugar.
Ever being in fog and thunder
wretched in tight sheets
turning turning in disarray
and bleeding from a torn mouth.
Calm now in sad wind
ever present against tides stubborn
relentless, relentless tides
push my squalid soul
aside.
i love this poem especially the lines: i will drink deeply of loves lost and the wolf in Versace clothing . I thought they were pretty cool. Please read and comment of my lastest Thanks
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“…a philanderer in ghost colors. So bring me that plastic chalice sing me songs of love and procreation..” “The world of human being has become cramped and sickened in two dimensional judgements…” This is really deep and great work Greg, much enjoyed.
thank you!