Yellow Lars

Yellow Lars

A Poem by Z

Replicate the innocence within our runic minds
Desecrate the defiance found through-out signs
I've been in guard to whom the hands clap upon
Upon our backs or upon our chosen disguise

Speakers for the mute, telephones for the deaf
We've never seen so much to take for the rest
The pain becomes relevant to the nerve joints
We're like elephants left with emptiness

Into this milky gravel a mother curls in state
Children sinking under with nothing on their plate
Easier seen than believed is hard to choose denial
When all you've eyed was the prize for the vial

Tasty to the water-boiled mind striking the tods'
We are vicious to anyone around who breathe
"Hailing Mary's" such a custom for the blind cods
Doomed clocks full of yellow Lars who sieze


© 2008 Z



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