child of the other side




I'm sorry but at the moment I'm not in the mood for comments so I will give them next time. Promised! (:

This is a trio of poems, written only minutes ago. I won't say they are my best poems ever, far from, but I like some lines, etc. 



Sins of the past

The fuel of the drain
Is scarcely lit with hay
Long timbers have been 
Longley lit
Upon another one’s day

A woman wove this castle
Out of a woolen bin
Her fingers frailly broken
Wrinkled hide
Covered up from within

A smile forsook the country
Of Hopeless’ time and match
The winner of tomorrow
Is not
An easy one to catch



Sins of the moment

We moped the streets
At three o clock, ‘t was a night
Which will cease to exist
Until the rememberists are alight

The clay formed
A pattern beneath our feet
The circles of a life, drawn out
To leave a sprout of weed  

A sinner located the devil
Down Mary Lane they went
Arm in arm, we wept on
Shoulders strong but not gallant  



Sins of the future

The sunken sulked their ways
In the concrete world of then
-do we remember, it’s not a question-
The way it used to be
When mother smoked the days?

The lines of abstracts are odd
In a logical kind of way
-or so we presumed, we did, right?-
For when the day was born
The night was certainly not

Still the world kept on growing
Out of it bitter reformed lines
-our fingers crossed in multiply turns-
For we kept the car spilling dry
To keep our own engines blowing


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