pondersome muttonheads

Pondersome muttonheads

Teeth stained all citrine 

Perched on the corner of queer and avenue

Silly smoke sticks aloft, screeching out

With powerful lust for dominion

Their brazen clouds of ash

All twisted up in the frigid eve

Amongst sleet fall and the torrid spit 

Smog forever hung over each iced syllable

I asked you if you thought much of anything anymore

But your face was all droplets before I could finish.

Seeking a less trite way of being contrite in life

Without ever falling to the edge of my seat

In blissful terror of overwhelming grief

Eyes glutted up with thick globules 

And relinquishing all ties to modesty and paradigm

In deepest mirth of the folly in all enterprise

If you couldn't laugh, you'd cry. Surely.

Reviews

[James Jason Dye]

O Pondersome Muttonheads!? You have a brain with cogs and points that I'd like to sink my pearly whites into, so I might cure the world with corruption, and clean the ground with radioactive waste.

[Unloved_kitty]

Very descriptive =] Really like this poem!!
Keep it up!

[Jessi Leigh]

Sooo descriptive, you paint a deliciously full picture

[Fazen]

I have a long way to go before I can write as well as this. Its awesome how the choice of words describe the emotions and create a powerful image.