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Circular Sin Tax
by Laura DoomManstrebs iU
Drunks dusky and dance demons
delicious classical contrition
for demolition derelicts
chase night. through the confessions
of Drones fantasy flight in
express the pantomime derail
to in paint pointlessness time this
for the rhyme reason wring. no we
of withered shadows Draughts play
charades, loud in a feature double
the innocence, sweetener bitter
piper advance. in the pays
rumour wisps, Drifting clouds the
anti-matter deft draw in facades
idle nullifying chatter
dies away. conversation
intentions spring Dubious
unerring from private speaker my
the seeker pleasure while preaching
amongst circulates the crowds.
[aka Syntactical Withdrawal] 08/16/2012 Posted on 08/16/2012
Copyright © 2025 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/16/12 at 11:43 PM *stellar* :) |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 08/17/12 at 03:02 PM ahh, the random poem, filled with dubious drifting drunks, draughts, and drones. I enjoyed every reading, no matter how it mutated. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/17/12 at 07:23 PM There is great effort in this madness. One can only smile at how you have so cleverly put words together. In one glance, pure gibberish, but upon closer inspection, a universe of rational ideas. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 08/19/12 at 02:53 PM I enjoy a good puzzle-poem; it's another excellent deconstruction you've got here :) |
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