Too Old 2 Cry
Young man withered
away eons ago
Once upon a time
weathered wrought
Could have been
a fairy tale beginning
Should be poetry
Lark Cove bungalow.
Would instead be
room womb tomb cry
Shrill heart murmur
moan muted mime
Wallow wail
drip drop tears,
tear torn worn
Why live barks
dyed craven raven
Poe Tree.
Go to sleep
RIP Van Winkle
pawn of time
Lost piece rhyme
goes around
Tree rings
Tick tock here,
tock tick
gone pendulum
Burrows blacklegged tick
Lyme penetration.
CPAP WOKE
have to really go
to water closet
Or Republic Ban Poet
writing Poe Tee deposit
Either way something
has to come out ~ side
For compost composition
de~comp deposition
Tried to cry,
but why,
must be
still scarecrow
Showing no emotions
in coffin cove enclosure
Lungs breathing in
shrill CPAP
positive pressure
Thank You Snail America
For Your Email Service.
Bah Humbug Goliath can
make anyone disappear
There movement moment
erased gone
next tick
Buried burial alive
or dead dew RIP
Poet Tree Apart
Skeletal being
lay bleached white,
Too Old To Cry.
HeArtMosphere Poet
Too Old 2 Cry
Young man withered away eons ago
Once upon a time weathered wrought
Could have been a fairy tale beginning
Should be poetry Lark Cove bungalow.
Would instead be room womb tomb cry
Shrill heart murmur moan muted mime
Wallow wail drip drop tears, tear torn worn
Why live barks dyed craven raven Poe Tree.
Go to sleep RIP Van Winkle pawn of time
Lost piece rhyme goes around Tree rings
Tick tock here, tock tick gone pendulum
Burrows blacklegged tick Lyme penetration.
CPAP WOKE have to really go to water closet
Or Republic Ban Poet writing Poe Tee deposit
Either way something has to come out ~ side
For compost composition de~comp deposition
Tried to cry, but why, must be still scarecrow
Showing no emotions in coffin cove enclosure
Lungs breathing in shrill CPAP positive pressure
Thank You Snail America For Your Email Service.
Bah Humbug Goliath can make anyone disappear
There movement moment erased gone next tick
Buried burial alive or dead dew RIP Poet Tree Apart
Skeletal being lay bleached white, Too Old To Cry.
HeArtMosphere Poet