Esra Sloblock Poems
* Because You'Re Mine, I Walk The Line. (Sorry Johnny. R.I P.)
The infinite shining path
Is awash with surges
Of mellifluous ardour.
Come to me with all you have.
With your angst,
Then prepare to see them slain.
It is I who choose
To enter the arena.
It is I who enter
Armed to the teeth.
And tungsten spirit
Guarantee my victory.
Of the entity
Is swayed by nought.
Dark forces be blinded
By the brilliance of our love.
Stack your carcasses behind us
Years of practise striving for perfection
Variables include choice of confection
Temperature and duration calculation
Immerse with trepidation
Infinite few seconds of anticipation
Removal from brew with expectation
Then half a biscuit, devastation!
Critical mass reached, sweet annihilation
Trawling spoon brings partial satisfaction