i promenade through passages
of crusted, concrete memory
and revel in plasticity
the silent, satin shackle
that binds my heart absurdly;
ingratiates my privacy
our mutual psychoses
festooned in stately pageantry;
liberates my lethargy
in tilted shades of
symmetry...I relish
apoplectically
moments squandered
recklessly—void of
needed harmony
i lanquish—faded
aimlessly
intent on inane
ecstasy
Ah, adjectives. Your choice of words is exemplary, an astonishing feat of poetry. Loved it. ~Josh
Yes Ken, we do this far to often. Far better to take a nice bubbly bath me thinks! Great poem, love the language, oh for an education like yours! Grinning at you with 10 from cheered up by your poem! I know! mad init? Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is exactly what I was saying, Ken. A wonderful use of craft here.