the birds reap but they do not sow
my unfriendly stigma to these groove
gown in sticks dressed scarecrow
and worn out shoes counterpart
seeking for a job, when told of august scarce
briefcase and spring Achilles tendon
subways for all provisional matters
thereby the encampment of military enforcement
winds help his feeling real keel
dug unto an eminent cross-star
though the ducts sweat not
for the falling chestnut; set sail
broken in concordance with proportional ratio
gurgling bulge of the one eyed
or cactus with inborn leprosy
deserved with fortunate at parley
born of an orphan , an infant
peddlers between swing-thrift
bouncing from the hop of inertia
nurseling earths dew and showers
ramrod for its personal motivation
has all to do and testify thicket
shabby furze of beard grass
carcass of brazz dust soon
infantry the stump collapsed
at a big waring field
the birds then cultivated each flesh
pity or not, and ditty
the usual gale of cemetery windows
......... a coronation
Comments
Emeka
I like this a lot, though I feel a change in the rhythm after the first three lines. so I kind of stumble for direction.
just my opinion...
Eddie C.