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Light through the leaves
by Johnny CrimsonGlistening throat in the moonlight.
Head cocked suavely in this serenade of insanity.
She waits breathy and powerless against the gray forces
of the moon.
The mud of the earth rocked into impurity tonight
as lust prevails in this frosting apocalypse.
"Put the fucking book down Sean, this is teenage shit."
And In his story he can see light through the leaves as the
Indians danced, warm buffalo's blood dripping from their mouths. Their native
tongues flailing in feverish patterns that pleasure the cunts of the air.
All in respect of Princess ApolinKee. For we dance for you, and your respective
body tonight. Sweat drips from the trees, some say that nature god is crying. But we all know from the spirit of the Wolf, a mighty feast has occurred. When high princes eat their brides...
10/24/2008 Posted on 10/25/2008
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/25/08 at 03:16 AM Definitely feels like a departure from your usual madness. There's definitely something darker going on here than in a lot of your other work, if that's possible. You've easily got my attention, for what that's worth. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 10/25/08 at 04:11 PM i love the places you take me with your work. seriously. |
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