A BLANK-VERSE POEM
Drunk-aware, Its Bimbo—the heir—the ironic
Devil-red; it gallops slowly onward
On its cusp of draping, blackest adders;
The Ziz, elder populace of sign matter
Of flesh, of stone teardrops, it’s not a man.
✴✴✴
- Blaire Boston
- Blaire Boston is a writer and graphic designer living on the East Coast, USA. She writes literary fiction, short stories, and poetry.
){kind=link}
0 Comments