dolan murphy

Rookie (carolinas)

Loud Silence - Poem by dolan murphy

the posture of the dying remains the same
at night or day they wonder in thier somber tone
the dead and their heritage tied at roots
the iron from my blood fills the flask
a simple kiss will do
the atlas of the underworld surely abandoned of hope
all the metaphors shape the shadows and run wild
the moon overtakes the sun assembled and locked
its permanent nap last longer than now, now or later always remains to late
scent of treason with roses regarding its thorns with alarm
a dream it seems indeed its breeze october trees
death has no opinion
froth and hooves stuck in the breakneck coast
shutter at the religious fellow carry the swan back to whom deserves it
the sun's rise and fall is the only hint that hell is not being aware you're already in heaven


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 6, 2010


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