Genes Of The Blood-Shot Cloud Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Genes Of The Blood-Shot Cloud
Genes of the Blood-shot Cloud
Horror slept there
It was the Hummock of the Storm
The Cry of Lighting.
Opened the mouth
Stuck out the long uneven teeth
Fucked loud the Laugh
The Roar of Lighting.
It was lewd and there was lust
For Lust was not forgotten.
Sunday, August 13, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: forgotten,lust
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