Poems from Jörmundgandr
Looking up
Into the violet veil
That flashed
With
Veins of hatred
And purple promises
Of midnight
Marauding
Rains
As the sun slowly...
Like lions dying
In cold concrete zoos
That have become
The safety nets
The rules and regulations
Of the noose which has
The Vultures...
With words
Gently
Being swept away
Like sands
Of the
Beach
Rolling in
With
Every
Tidal wave
I find the permanence
Of people
To be much...
Life always goes
For the low blow
To the balls,
Knocking
The contenders
Dick in the dirt
And
Diving
Head first
Deep down
Into that pile...
I'm lost
On
The raft of
Medusa
Floating endlessly
As
Wayward voyagers
On a
Painter's
Stilled
Life scene.
Friedrich
Does me little...