Tithing the squirrel

Tithing the squirrel

A Poem by vindictivesunshine

 A shard refracts a sense of normalcy,

the slow burning hope of orchestrating attraction.

A facade, the raging fire consuming the hills.

Overlooking insubordinate instruments the show procedes speculative of sabotage.

A final note jettisoned, to alienate the room's proclivity for silence.

A fostered roar among the pundits, and a repreive from the gavel.

Bound in polka dot sack-cloth, laid in squalour, 

my paper wings do reside on a shelf.

Tests of skin and fragmented melanin give rise to 

a true burned coil with a fleeting soul.

A tale of succinct importance, dredged with the needs of ten thousand.

She haunts the rosewood finish; the soother.

Every note she wrote in her summer dress.

© 2009 vindictivesunshine


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Very very nice It made my mind run with many images of many things one to be proud of.

Posted 12 Years Ago


You are like Martin Carter, Tennesse Williams, John Steinbeck, Delores Gauntlet and dare I say 2 pac rolled up in a big fat spliff! That was indredible dude.

Posted 14 Years Ago


well at least one of us isn't losing his edge. you never fail to deliver epic reads dude...

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on May 6, 2009

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Kingston, Jamaica



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I'm the jagged pill you thought you'd never take and maybe your great mistake. I'm your 1 true fear. But really i'm a simple guy on the verge of adulthood enjoying spilling this ink trickling from bra.. more..

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