Post by thefleetsin on May 18, 2018 22:45:45 GMT
slumming through the canyons of gods
on the good days;
the hay rolling needle pokes you in the butt cheek
ones,
allegory can be fun.
and
lights are friendly
even the camouflaged sons
parading.
then
comes the inevitable shading;
where
sorcerers are bading,
goodwill to those who they've been parading,
till sunday comes.
slumming through the canyons of gods;
the autism walks
then runs,
as i waddle
ever so sheepishly
disturbing
the status quo.
truffles hoisted from the snow
not even
all knowing gods
can
grow.
sjw 05/18/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the portal, the light, and the longevity to see things right.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems
on the good days;
the hay rolling needle pokes you in the butt cheek
ones,
allegory can be fun.
and
lights are friendly
even the camouflaged sons
parading.
then
comes the inevitable shading;
where
sorcerers are bading,
goodwill to those who they've been parading,
till sunday comes.
slumming through the canyons of gods;
the autism walks
then runs,
as i waddle
ever so sheepishly
disturbing
the status quo.
truffles hoisted from the snow
not even
all knowing gods
can
grow.
sjw 05/18/18 inspired at this very moment in time by the portal, the light, and the longevity to see things right.
from the 'benevolent series' of poems