(musings from an upstart crow)
Eve of the poisoned apple
has crimson lips to be bitten
and crisp white flesh
that tastes of
Death
and the sweetness of
her ruin
If you were to cut her in two
at the center
her heart would be a pentagram
a magic older than time or sin
and be you Adam or serpent or
fallen angel
still it tastes the same
And she is
not the root of all evil
Evil is in the eye of the beholder
but no man’s eye can hold her
Can’t make any sense of this thing, but it’s better than consulting a thesaurus. Meaningless but lovely words. Uses “exponential,” detritus'” and “feeble” all on the same page.
Ridiculous little poem I wrote myself weeks ago…
(Sung to the tune of “Anarchy In The UK” by the Sex Pistols)
Too old to be an anarchist
And too cold to be a child of christ
Don’t know what I want and don’t know how to get it
Don’t want to destroy
Just want oblivion