Silverware

no desc. for readers.

Silver tools, heavy image

flying quick but they are fools

Darkened growl, fall-flat thrills

but only the hungry seek the truth

A knife to enforce the blood of young

seeking eternal life; the tongue

sharp and bloody, stained.

A fork to purge in righteous fame

disclose the mare on obese shame

full of the self-secret pain.

Tarnished spoons of petty porn

enter the mouth that mourns for more

and feed the lust so gained.

Brackish fame, malefic forced hand in the soil

A perfect ten

Trolls at the dinner table

One-sided turmoil, all snake-spines

 arrogantly uncoil.

Bring this page to a boil

 to distill. 

Author's Note

a new music.

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

This is brilliantly written. There is more to ponder between the lines and this poem speaks of truths.:)