A New Wrinkle in the Ancient SeaA Poem by Tim LionA New Wrinkle in the Ancient Sea Rhesus monkey maneuver Through the chamber Of a .38 Special- Sauce on my hamburger intentions Toward your pale insomniac soul Searching for A reason to fly-by With vultures circling Like a Christmas morning Train set of thoughtlessness And salty remorse coleslawed into victims Taken by Confetti bomb force And Left to vogue in the scar-flavored ice Of unholy remembrance While the sunstrokes Of dangerous Colors Lap The meat from the jigsaw Spine Of a paperback Crime novelty Rabbit track paddy-whack Jack the Ripper whip Pinstripe strips strapped Into starry constellations: Brite Lite Bottled messages To Eye Massage An inbound alien whoredom And rogue Pogo-Gods with leather loincloths Smarmy silk tie games And Lion-skinned Motorcycle Helmets To Spare me The small-talk and walk the chalk line Around the death stain like a Man (new verse) © 2011 Tim LionFeatured Review
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Added on February 14, 2011Last Updated on February 14, 2011 AuthorTim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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