Sturdy poise,
silent bares breath slight wet noise –
Handle with care mangled toys,
sweet tremblant joys to avoid –
Oh, such naively ear bleeding voice,
sterling thing.... You be statuesque,
no such existence as a pristine being.... I wave in grotesque.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
