Pout, blue bucket
You’ve lived in the shadows for far too long now
Swing as the hesitant pendulum, solstice of the fires
And fires, beyond fires of lies
The torment of painted laughter
Hold for heart in desperation and contempt
With focus and intent to worship plastic tears
But a bug, the naturalism of material
It sleeps
It weeps
It walks with the sheep
But a Shepard, the reality of guidance
A question as to find it
This is why mice are blinded
This is the eternal duty, to live by the shore
Elbow of knees, knees of sand
The title is discrete
It protests the wave
It protects hysterically as compromise is hoped
A means to float is but a dream
Or so it seems
Hooked at will, wall of bubbles
Pops of attention grab the mind as it turns to mystery
In turn, as a return, a subtle escape
A rope of mistakes builds a bridge
It is brown and black
It is tied to edge
Stakes are in desolate cliff, dampness of skip
Gossip of lip, blue bucket
It is time to shine
For you and for mine
buckwheatsrisk
October 12, 2012 at 9:58 pm
it rocks as always!
mrbrew
October 13, 2012 at 5:04 am
keep going dude, i think you’re getting better as well, some of the lines in this are really evocative! nice work
thatdudeeddie
October 14, 2012 at 7:11 pm
Thanks man. What can I do to write better?
mrbrew
October 16, 2012 at 5:14 am
read as much as you can. it’s what i’m going for, so if that doesn’t work, i’m fuck fresh out of ideas
carolofthebells
October 16, 2012 at 9:41 am
I really like this one, too.