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Premonition [double abecedarian]
by Trisha De Gracia'Yond zephyrs,
a Bloodshot Circus.
Death ends foul glory,
heightened introspects,
jarring knifebeats.
Like most numbed obscenities,
prejudicial qualms ruin sainthood,
the underbelly viscera, warm.
Xoanon-yearning Zealots
appreciating bloodied comrades,
downed
every fight grotesquely human.
Irony's jilted kin
lies morbid, 'neath
opressive pride,
quaffing ripened sin, tainting
ubiquious virture
with xenoholocaust.
10/19/2003 Posted on 10/19/2003
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 10/20/03 at 12:29 AM Double-abecedarian? *shakes fist at your excellent* |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/20/03 at 01:57 PM i could never do this and make it mean anything. but you, you, darling girl, are such a talent. jesus. i'm so fond of you, you know. |
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