Poet 11586

Lurid theater

Barbed teeth quivering
In front of self-doubt layers
A narrow path
Crushing aged pleas
Strucking ended lines
Lushness of anxious flowers
Catch their weariness
Lurid dejection
Low-spirits flying over hills
Strangeness and pills
Swallowed sun overclouds
Your lips eternally sealed
Dripping rain fallsapart
Shaking and flickering
In the end between your hair
And the theater crowded and cloaked
Stage tumbling
In the tragic drama
Of a mortuary anthem
Gaunt, lancinating pathetic bones...