E Nigma


~riddled With Black Holes~ - Poem by E Nigma

I rode a cliché around the words that I wrote down
Why, the iron in this irony has been forged
By a blacksmith that gorged on the fear of a glutton
Who drowned in the sorrow of a sad clown

The picture in my mind shattered to pieces that fell
Creating a hell of a puzzle that needs a De Ville (Devil)
I smoked to see the cataracts dispelled
So I can drive my Cadillac with no fear to be felt

To and fro and up and down I rode through the maze
Of this matrix into hazed smoke, ventilation
The fog has gone home, on the wings of the winds sound
A tune we all know, until our silence is drowned

And I drink to loose lips sinking ships and float
On the providence of a broken vessel barely missed
Was it fate the seaman found a mate on the shore of his Imagination?
As he woke from a day dream filled creation

To a sensation called a connection
Connecting the dots and tracing the lines
Erasing beliefs tattooed in his mind
Numbing the pains with tequila and lime

The artist engraved a wild dame wrapped in stars and stripes
Pierced the flesh of his ribcage on the wrong side
Of the right way of doing things
On the dark side of the light waves this flood creates

Topic(s) of this poem: thinking


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015



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