Stank of kitchen clogs and routineYour fingernails have roofedStank of kitchen clogs and routine2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
every single stinginess
she pours into the same old lunch,
same old story about
eating fairy farts being good
for those blasted templelines
ageing your mugshot.
They are now drenched
in her wrists frailty
her fingerjoints´ wimpiness
and her bicepchoking
your guilt and morality
into making a cousteau
of your hands.
Arise them later
as the eldritch scents of the sink
are the trendiest jewelry
for your overbones
she still whines about you dripping light
as you proceed to make
a mirror out of the kitchen.
I Fear:AbandonementLoneliness creeps in,I Fear:Abandonement2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Twisting an innocent mind.
The twine to society is broken,
A weak line.
I was abandoned long ago,
In a barren land full of snow.
Why nobody likes me,
I do not know.
I wish I could fly away
And escape this cold.
But sprouting wings is not easy,
So I must stay her
And keep on freezing.
The WildEverywhere we go, there is violenceThe Wild2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
No matter how harsh, there is tolerance
A man is burned, a woman is raped
But do not worry, all of it is taped
Everywhere we go, there is corruption
In every paperwork, there is abduction
A land is bought and a house is lit
But do not worry, a tower is built
Everywhere we go, there is poverty
And every helpless is begging for tea
Searching for truth, we look down upon
Or without remorse, simply move on
Everyone that says, we live in the wild
The strong is to rule and the weak to die
What is your response, to this question?
That seen a lion, that kills its nation?