Simon Quperlier

Rookie - 21 Points (27/03/1994 / Mombasa Kenya)

Dreams In An Ash-Tray - Poem by Simon Quperlier

I come around with a deathly motive,
Manifest my fiery rage and make you flinch in awe,
And i'll bless you with a curse,
Make you slither through the invisible cracks of the silt till you find your way to the grave,
I'll fly and blow with the wind,
Teasing the bees hived on your tombstone,
Mocking the entire cemetery,
And when the ancestors rise,
Probably that would be the apocalypse,
I'll save you a place in hell,
Where bonfire and lightning rejoice,
And you'll burn as your dreams fill my ash tray.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 23, 2013


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