Field Decomposing Dreams

Young cultivated
Camelot bard
meadow rusk lark
verbiage lit latch
Fairy tail American
wrought woe
razor wire cut
bark cabbage patch
Plastic wildflowers grace
decomposes sun beach
grave rein markers
Overgrown pit fall
desolation
encompasses dead veins
arteries fed leeches

Sunken out
sucks I’s dew
prick desecrate cactus
desolate prone pricks
Skeletal skewed
fragile fingers
brittle screw
in past tense memories
Lost presence
awash bleached scarecrow
tear torn
rag doll threads
Compost fractal field
sown dreams
consonant composition
bowel dread

What if
what if
wry wrist wrests
do twists verse
a gist puck
cockeyed urns
Stained crass future
bear past pain erasures
hibernating incognito precipitance
Insomnia birthday
cakes mold hope -
yeast jest -
knot arising downtrodden spirits
Mourning daybreak
fissure fractures
rip tides
quake forlorn
see shore ~~A~~ –
Wake.

Who am I
Whom are eyes;
without substance subsistence
basified existence
Empty comp core
hell hole void
devoid casts lone
desolate isle
dire preponderance
Deep sleep-less
well sigh
fathoms bottomless echo
more dread
Too Bee alive
Stilled yet
heartbeats murmur
fills lungs in and out
Camelot -
Field Composing Dreams.

HeArtMosphere Poet




Field Decomposing Dreams

Young cultivated Camelot bard, meadow rusk lark, verbiage lit latch
Fairy tail American wrought woe, razor wire cut, bark cabbage patch
Plastic wildflowers grace, decomposes sun beach, grave rein markers
Overgrown pit fall desolation, encompasses dead veins, arteries fed leeches

Sunken out, sucks I’s dew, prick desecrate cactus desolate prone pricks
Skeletal skewed, fragile fingers, brittle screw, in past tense memories
Lost presence, awash bleached scarecrow, tear torn rag doll threads
Compost fractal field sown dreams, consonant composition, bowel dread

What if, what if; wry wrist wrests, do twists verse, a gist puck cockeyed urns
Stained crass future, bear past pain erasures, hibernating incognito precipitance
Insomnia birthday cakes mold hope - yeast jest - knot arising downtrodden spirits
Mourning daybreak, fissure fractures rip tides, quake forlorn, see shore ~~A~~ – Wake.

Who am I, Whom are eyes; without substance subsistence basified existence
Empty comp core, hell hole void, devoid casts lone desolate isle dire preponderance
Deep sleep-less well sigh, fathoms bottomless echo, more dread Too Bee alive
Stilled yet, heartbeats murmur, fills lungs in and out Camelot - Field Composing Dreams.

HeArtMosphere Poet