The Silverspoon Poem by Madrason .

The silverspoon
in the bright full moon
a balloon arrowed
dropping from the sky
the foam from
purpled lips
that try to die
the earth is dry
it longs to drain
the weathered brain
of yours of course
you need the
needless needle stains
you crave for blood
you grave the pains
and dig the deep
awake ye are asleep
The silverspoon
a broken back
it has turned black
in the bright full moon
a balloon arrowed
and a star
a sprung snare c
and a spoken Why
a broken d said Hi
and no guitar but
a narrowed shadow
just went by.

Madrason 22012014
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