Nothing Rhymes by Johnny CrimsonThe engraving felt Celtic
as we swam past on credit;
rowing down the river Derrick
with a drifting sense of ethics.
The rage was ravenous and hectic
we were scraps of freeze-dried lettuce
lapped up by the medic,
swaying in time with the metrics.
Our hair was half netted
as the petals all petted;
like some relic, or skeptic
laying at the bottom of the septic.
All the aesthetics
of being angelic
were mostly inauthentic, cosmetic/domestic,
while the best of us remained so vibrant, so electric.
It's quite generic, these genetics.
Oh, what hysterics, and how majestic;
this pandemic
of regretted synthetics.
This vendetta's psychedelic.
Quite esoteric, this systemic pathogenic.
While all the inhalable carcinogenics
make us dream in double,like schizophrenics.
01/26/2017
Posted on 01/26/2017 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by LK Barrett on 02/05/17 at 04:36 AM ...let me say it here: slant rhyme IS rhyme...and you did very, very well. Thank you for the smile you made for me as I read this out loud, with emphasis...keep on...LK |
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/26/17 at 07:04 PM I'm not sure it seems a little long! But that's Ok cause it seems to have something to say!! |
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/26/17 at 07:07 PM I notice now it was written before your comment on short poems!! Sorry about that. Now keep on writing! |
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