docmaverick
docmaverick
Feb 01, 2013

The All Fools Parade

Grapellish mountains way up in the sky

surrounding these tint-shadowed towns,

marmalade-cheese colored steps merely try

raising all up above cry-stained sounds.

The sob-colored bay leaks each lie that dissolves

every fence that this party has made

out of government rules, which quickly involves

auditions for the All Fools Parade!

It's tin-silent free to enter by choice

should the government ask you, be there;

color all thoughts with the hues of your voice

but, they'll take both your eyes if you stare!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates

More from this author

Comments