Crepuscular Creation
I was excreted through a pore
And of this dream will speak no more
Lest men should frown or apes disdain
On this or some higher plane
I was excised from every book
Words amassed beside the brook,
Twisting on a golden hook
That shattered peace with every look
Intent on death, I jumped the nest
And landed in a plate of thorns
Which goes to show that breaking rules
Can punish flesh, and soul reborn
Fixed on life, I spread my wings
I soared above so many things
Which doesn't help my case at all,
Wings disappear, and down I fall.
Contributors: | best boy, Daddy, The Agent Apsley, nomi, Roland, Stacy, TG, best boy & slim jig. |
Poem finished: | 8th February 1999. |