B. Sven Telander

Apotheosis - Poem by B. Sven Telander

All those tales told in
days of spittle and bone,
links of ether hiding
yawning void’s kind drone;

tricky questions glisten on
the tongue of a lunatic,
swizzled thinking
drinking leaking;

forever midnight in
the hall of teeth
and lips of leeches
tripping past the last

casket at the factory
of tragedies
with eyes
like tongues to

mug the form
and lies like
dung that hug
the swarm.

Topic(s) of this poem: deceit

Comments about Apotheosis by B. Sven Telander

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (8/26/2015 7:23:00 PM)

    A textbook display of contemporary free verse...Mellifluous structural movement throughout...Stellar crafting ~FjR~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 27, 2015

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