Smiles-Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry

The brilliant Olde Punk of RamJet Poetry

RamJet Poetry

smiles

I’m followed by a shadow called danger

it smiles occasionally

the grin is disfigured and frightening

to the unlearned, almost beautiful

in the smile is a joke with no humor

and little patience

the joke is a twisted, morbid affair with

little humor and undeniable hunger

knowledge of the instruments of ire

very useful in thought and deed

severed voices combine on the wire

combustion impact oranges blossom

add another scar to my life

gangrene rehabilitation

blood of the fruit flows in floral vintages thick and sweet

tainted white with a twist of shameless passion

Mercy hospital plays heart-strings

a mournful sound

a tangled skein of broken thread

becomes cloak for my soul

fragile spaghetti western town

a wooden eggshell

face upon face upon face

masques of deceit and despair

Viking retributions in modern-day life

calling on your contributions

alive, yet not

you and your ways

slave to master despised…

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