- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Grim Visage
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A proud town plundered
by Visigoths,
Satan dejected
with paradise lost,
That's me,
that's me,
Xanthine,
Grim visage that I've become.
Funny,
the dogs no longer bark,
but instead come as to play
with a bone with meat still on,
yet to be buried.
Perhaps, then retrieved
all savoury with ants.
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaalmost 15 years agoI've been told that if it wasn't for caffine, I'd have no personality at all. Not sure what that has to do with anything, but it seemed to go here. Ditto what normal jean said about you being back.
normal jeanalmost 15 years agofor a deeper meaning in your work and sometimes I do find it. Other times, I seek meaning where none was intended. You are an enigma, a cloudburst on a sunny horizon. Glad you have returned, for whatever length of time that may be.
vrosej10almost 15 years agoGrim, but good. I agree with the previous comment. I also felt the first and second stanzas could have been better linked, but I liked it.
EroticOrogenyalmost 15 years agoI think the words could flow together a bit more.
Sad ending for your hero.
