Deeper Still

By megaprime81

Literal inuendo
In bars of blue grass
Appendages unwind
To show the world
A glass
Empty/Full
Echoing vapors
In a delirium vacuum
The wind sees all
Languid torture on the mire
Blazing pure gold
On a massive pyre
Birds are stoned
And stoned to death
Victims of the sun
In the valley of intricacy
Around a twisted ton

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Published on Tuesday, February 11, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This is something of a rattlesnake...

Comments on "Deeper Still"

On Friday, February 21, 2014, Phalanx (628) wrote:

I think you brought a sledge to a stick fight. My god, what brought this out of you? I think Einstein's Theory of Relativity just shit barbed wire. Nice work.
On Monday, February 24, 2014, megaprime81 (740) wrote:

Hey, all i do is write them down as they come to me; i really don't know where they come from. Nor do i always know what they mean.
A former member wrote: It's as if its a never ending loop, like karma, you could say.
On Wednesday, February 12, 2014, megaprime81 (740) wrote:

I never really calculated what it was; I just wrote it.
On Tuesday, February 11, 2014, blue angel (866) wrote:

wow, this is strangely alluring... like the lyrical hypnotizing of the king cobra. I like the authors note too... very intriguing.... I like the energy it has :)~
On Wednesday, February 12, 2014, megaprime81 (740) wrote:

Thank you, wonderful goddess of the poetic; your opinion helps me through. :-)