Oh, big bard, Why do you circle around the word? Oh, wordsmith, why do you circle around the word? Oh, verse viking, why do you circle around the word? Is there a grave gruesome gravity in your lenses and gazes? Oh gargantuan gaze, why do gravitate towards miseries, mazes and misfits? Is it propelled by […]
Tag: Lust
Poem : A Cashless Calculus
There is nothing that I cannot forget Neither the tides Never the shores Newer terrains Nether ashes There is a fever that I see ferocious Here is a blanket Here is a blank verse Here is a blister Here is a boulder There is a slogan that I see rising Urge to utterance United hopes […]
