The Impetigo Blues

The Impetigo Blues

A Poem by Shazbatt969

I stabbed a 
silver quill through
my hand, 
on the 25th anniversary
of the death
of the moon

blood smeared poems
dipped/dripped
onto canvas chaos form
in rust we trust
I thought I thank
Thin red line heading towards
the danger zone

© 2019 Shazbatt969


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The first stanza is quite an opening with impact as self inflicted pain is portrayed. The death of the moon can be a loss of hope to some. Those blood smeared poems mean the rest of us have to wear rubber gloves to read your pages and stand well back for fear of infection!

Posted 5 Months Ago


Shazbatt969

5 Months Ago

Haha, too late, my porno mouth poems have already wormed their way into your brain, true story, near.. read more

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Added on May 18, 2019
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